A/N: This is my first Moulin Rouge fic and also my first attempt at a song fic, so don't be too hard on me. These lyrics are to the song "The Luckiest" by Ben Folds Five (the best band in the universe). R&R please!

Disclaimer: Nothing pertaining to Moulin Rouge belongs to me.

I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot

He looked at her face – the long lashes resting against snowy cheeks. Her eyes, blue like the bluest of stars shining and flickering like undecided comet trails. Her lips so red, they looked as if they tasted of cherries and soft lullabies. He knew her lips. They were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.

Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here

After all he had been through, his abusive father, his drunken, disconnected mother, all the times he had failed. He could never seem to please his father, but his final act of rebellion had given her to him, and that was the greatest gift of all.

And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday

He drank her in, like sweet ambrosia. Just her, lying there, asleep against the pillows. The fine curve of her neck, the soft edges around her fingernails, the corners of her mouth, turned down in a small frown in sleep.

And I know

That I am

I am
I am
The luckiest

How could one human be so utterly perfect? She was like a masterpiece painting, made just for him. Her hair was lying in red curls against her temples. Her chest was gently keeping a tempo up and down with the rhythm of her breathing.

What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?

What if he had let his father talk him out of coming to France? What would have happened if he had never found Satine? He would never have known bliss and pain and ecstasy like he did now. He wouldn't have lived if not for Satine.

And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize

He knew they were meant to be together forever. How could two people, so connected, ever sever from each other, without suffering pain worse than death?

And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

Ever since that first night in the Elephant, he had never been able to put his true love into a form that he could relay to Satine. She knew. And he knew.

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you

It didn't need to be said out loud. It was there in the air, tangible like the golden dust motes in the air floating on the sunlight coming through the window and gilding her in light, preserving her in time for the silent moments passing by.

Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away
I'm sorry,

I know that's a strange way to tell you that

I know we belong

Her eyelids floated open and she smiled. It was an eruption of twin suns, a phenomenon of exploding diamonds underneath dark lashes. It felt like it would last forever.

I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest