Cheers of joy and triumph echoed around the stage. The curtain
fluttered to a final standstill, blocking out the roar of applause and
encore created by the audience. Through the falling rose petals, Satine
made out Christian smiling as he pulled her for a kiss. Her heart pounded,
not from love or relief, but from exhaustion and the short breaths not
satisfying her lungs. Her head snapped back as her eyes blasted open, the
blue of her irises staring icily at the ceiling.
Christian turned in delight to see Satine swallow a magnificent gasp for air.
"Satine," his voice cracked as his arms swept to support her back. Her gasps deepened with pain. A sickening cough erupted from her chest.
"Satine," Christian said again, with much hints of worry escaping his voice. Zidler turned his turbaned-head towards the sound of death creeping over someone, lines of glad tidings turning to lines of depression.
Christian took Satine into his arms as he gently laid her on the stage; floor caked with red, white, and pink petals. The only sound to be heard was the pants of the Sparkling Diamond, clutching for life.
"Satine, what's the matter?" Christian whimpered. A wheezing-cough was all the reply he could receive as a small trail of blood ejected form the side of her red-painted lips.
"Oh, God," Christian gently dabbed at liquid, staring in horror at what he had touched. "Somebody get some help!" he screamed, turning his head away from his beloved.
Zidler pulled away, whispering very quickly," Pull the curtain, fetch the doctor!"
Eyes locked together and beads of sweat now appeared on both lovers' faces. "I'm sorry Christian," Satine forced out. "I...I-" she gasped for breath. The doctor slipped away, unnoticed, knowing the fate of the woman could not be stopped. Toulouse dared not look up, only fear shown on his face. "I...I'm dying," she whispered ever-so frailly. Marie looked on, warily, as she climbed up the stairs.
"Shhh..." Christian tried to hush up her sorrow. "Shhh..." Everyone stood waiting, the air filled with emotions of anxiety, anticipation, excitement, and grief, eyes crinkled in sadness. Satine's deep pants of air continued to struggle.
"You'll be alright," Christian assured her softly thrice. Dried tears plastered both of their faces. "I'm cold...I'm cold," Satine strained, breaths and mumbles mixed together. Christian took her in his arms and wrapped himself around her, eyes staring ahead in keenness. He then pecked her deeply on the cheek. "I love you," he alleged quietly. A smile escaped both his and Satine's lips, trying to overcome the melancholy.
"You've got to go on, Christian," Satine peacefully stated in happiness. Christian's face began to well up. "Can't go on without you, though."
"You've got so much...to give." A smile remained intact between her pale cheeks. She reached up and stroked his face with her thin fingers. "Tell our story, Christian."
Wretchedness and misery were obviously present on his face, a breakout about to take place. "No...no," he refused in dejection.
"Promise me..." a pearl earring dangled on Satine's ear. "Promise me..." Christian's heart was hanging with Satine's life by a thread. "That way...I'll always be with you..." Christian grieved a moan as he bent down, trembling, to kiss her one last time.
Tears dribbled down his face as he backed up, looking at her once again. Satine' eyes, lined in black, stared off into space, as though finally at rest. Christian's heart stopped.
Everyone stared, either in depression, sorrow, or being terrified, as a blood-cursing wail erupted through Christian's lips. His mouth opened up to release the rage and unfairness, falling back on his bottom whilst holding the corpse of his love. Satine, in folds of white and head crowned in jewels, looked like an angel. The night turned to morning, as Christian's cries disappeared with the rays of the rising sun...
Christian turned in delight to see Satine swallow a magnificent gasp for air.
"Satine," his voice cracked as his arms swept to support her back. Her gasps deepened with pain. A sickening cough erupted from her chest.
"Satine," Christian said again, with much hints of worry escaping his voice. Zidler turned his turbaned-head towards the sound of death creeping over someone, lines of glad tidings turning to lines of depression.
Christian took Satine into his arms as he gently laid her on the stage; floor caked with red, white, and pink petals. The only sound to be heard was the pants of the Sparkling Diamond, clutching for life.
"Satine, what's the matter?" Christian whimpered. A wheezing-cough was all the reply he could receive as a small trail of blood ejected form the side of her red-painted lips.
"Oh, God," Christian gently dabbed at liquid, staring in horror at what he had touched. "Somebody get some help!" he screamed, turning his head away from his beloved.
Zidler pulled away, whispering very quickly," Pull the curtain, fetch the doctor!"
Eyes locked together and beads of sweat now appeared on both lovers' faces. "I'm sorry Christian," Satine forced out. "I...I-" she gasped for breath. The doctor slipped away, unnoticed, knowing the fate of the woman could not be stopped. Toulouse dared not look up, only fear shown on his face. "I...I'm dying," she whispered ever-so frailly. Marie looked on, warily, as she climbed up the stairs.
"Shhh..." Christian tried to hush up her sorrow. "Shhh..." Everyone stood waiting, the air filled with emotions of anxiety, anticipation, excitement, and grief, eyes crinkled in sadness. Satine's deep pants of air continued to struggle.
"You'll be alright," Christian assured her softly thrice. Dried tears plastered both of their faces. "I'm cold...I'm cold," Satine strained, breaths and mumbles mixed together. Christian took her in his arms and wrapped himself around her, eyes staring ahead in keenness. He then pecked her deeply on the cheek. "I love you," he alleged quietly. A smile escaped both his and Satine's lips, trying to overcome the melancholy.
"You've got to go on, Christian," Satine peacefully stated in happiness. Christian's face began to well up. "Can't go on without you, though."
"You've got so much...to give." A smile remained intact between her pale cheeks. She reached up and stroked his face with her thin fingers. "Tell our story, Christian."
Wretchedness and misery were obviously present on his face, a breakout about to take place. "No...no," he refused in dejection.
"Promise me..." a pearl earring dangled on Satine's ear. "Promise me..." Christian's heart was hanging with Satine's life by a thread. "That way...I'll always be with you..." Christian grieved a moan as he bent down, trembling, to kiss her one last time.
Tears dribbled down his face as he backed up, looking at her once again. Satine' eyes, lined in black, stared off into space, as though finally at rest. Christian's heart stopped.
Everyone stared, either in depression, sorrow, or being terrified, as a blood-cursing wail erupted through Christian's lips. His mouth opened up to release the rage and unfairness, falling back on his bottom whilst holding the corpse of his love. Satine, in folds of white and head crowned in jewels, looked like an angel. The night turned to morning, as Christian's cries disappeared with the rays of the rising sun...