Disclaimer: I do not own Moulin Rouge. The lucky person who does is Baz
Luhrmann. I make no money from this. So please don't sue.
Leaving
Where the movie ends.
Christian took another look at his story, trying not to cry. He always was crying now. But he had promised Satine he would write a story, so he had to finish it. He walked out on to the balcony to get air and noticed people milling about the Moulin Rouge again. It was closed once Satine was gone and then was left to decay. All the people down there had tools and paint and headed into the Moulin Rouge. Curious on what they were doing, he ventured down. Walking to that building for the first time in a year. He was noticed by all the show people. He saw Nini, Chocolat, Toulouse, and The Argentinean. They all stopped their tasks as he walked by. Christian spotted Zidler and went to talk to him. "Hello Zidler." He said. Harold turned around. "Well, Christian. I am surprised to see you here. You look like hell." He said. Christian just looked at him for a moment and then asked, "What's going on?" "We are opening the Moulin Rouge again." Zidler told him. "Without Satine?" he asked. "What else am I supposed to do? I need the money and can you bring people back from the dead?" Zidler asked. Christian winced at the word 'dead.' Harold noticed this. "Sorry my dear boy but these wonderful show folk need jobs." He told him. Christian nodded. "I need to get out of here." Christian said. "The sooner the better." Zidler mumbled as he walked away. "Why didn't you tell him about Satine?" Marie asked coming up behind him. "Because without Satine, there is no Moulin Rouge. We need her. And if she knows Christian is alive, she won't stay around here." He answered. "For God's Sake, Harold! Let the poor kids love each other!" Marie shouted and walked away.
Within the following month, the Moulin Rouge was open. Christian had noticed that they had gotten a new Sparkling Diamond because the elephant was occupied again. He wished he could go to that elephant and Satine would be there. Like she was a year ago. He sighed and shoved clothes in his bag. He had just sold his book. The one about his and Satine's love. It gave him enough money to move back to England and live a good life. He didn't want to be haunted with memories anymore. All Montmartre left was bad memories. However, his heart brought good memories. He grabbed his bags and headed to the train station to go back to London.
Satine climbed to the top of the elephant and looked into Christian's window. It was black. She looked at the balcony with dread. 'He's dead.' She thought. 'The only person I ever loved is dead.' Tears rolled down her cheeks as she heard a knock on her door. Zidler entered. "Show time, my little strawberry." He told her. Satine whipped her eyes and followed Zidler out. She missed Christian more but she also missed performing. It always got her away from her thoughts.
Satine gave one of her best performances and headed back towards her elephant. She was still happy from her performance. She headed to the top of the elephant. "Christian, did you see me? It was gr-." she stopped in mid sentence. She always met Christian after performances; it was second nature for her to go up there. But for once, he wasn't there. She head back downstairs trying not to cry. She noticed a book lying on her bed. She picked it up and read the cover. It was titled 'Bohemian Love.' She gasped. The author's name was Christian's. She opened the book and read the first lines. "The greatest thing you will ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return. The woman I loved is, is dead." She flipped through the rest of the book. It was her and Christian's story. 'How could he have written this? Harold told me he died after he thought I did. Which means it would have given him not even a month to write the whole thing.' She inspected the book. It was thick. He didn't leave out any details. There was no way anyone, even Christian, could write that much, that quick. A smile spread across her face. 'He must still be alive!' she grabbed her coat and ran to Toulouse's with the book.
She got there and banged on the door. "Toulouse! Toulouse! Open up, it's Satine!" she called. A few moments later Toulouse opened the door. "Satine! How wonderful it is to see you again! You know we were so worried." He told her in his lisp. Satine smiled and said, "Where's Christian? I know he can't be dead. If he would have died when Harold told me, he wouldn't have had time to write this." She said holding up the book. "Great! You got it before Zidler saw it! I left it there for you but I didn't know if you would get to it first." he said enthusiastically. "Yes, I did. Please tell me what's going on." Satine told him. "Well, Christian thought you died. However, Zidler took you away. He told everyone affiliated with the Moulin Rouge that you were alive but not to tell Christian because we would all be out of jobs. Besides, we had no clue where you were." Toulouse told her. "Why would he do that?" she asked. "Because he believes the Moulin Rouge will die without you. He didn't want you following Christian once you got better." He told her. "Does that mean he is still alive?" Satine asked, hopeful. Toulouse smiled. "Yes, Satine. He is alive and still in very much in love with you." Satine grinned and ran downstairs to Christian's garret. She opened it without knocking. "Christian! I'm home, I'm okay!" she shouted as she ran inside. To her dismay she was not greeted by her lover, but to a cold, empty room. She felt her heart drop to her feet. She heard Toulouse behind her. "I thought you said he was alive!" she exclaimed. "He is. He's just not here." Toulouse told her. She grunted in exasperation. "Well, he left a note for me." Toulouse said, pointing to the bed. He picked it up and read out loud.
Toulouse, I am off to London. I have finished the task of writing my book and telling Satine and mine's story to the whole world, just like she had asked. Now that Zidler is opening the Moulin Rouge again, I don't think I can stand hearing or seeing another 'Sparkling Diamond' in my beloved Satine's place. I know I am going to London but my location is still unknown as I am hoping to find my own place. I will write you from there. Thank you for being there for me, old friend. You will fine your true love. I hope that it doesn't end as tragically as mine did. How I would give to have my lovely Satine back in my arms. I miss her so much. Well, take care, Toulouse. Hope to see you soon. Love Always, Christian
Toulouse looked up at Satine after he was done reading. Satine had tears in her eyes but did not let them fall. She noticed a shirt lying across a chair back. She picked it up, brought it to her face, and took in the smell. She closed her eyes with ecstasy. It had been so long since she had smelt Christian's smell. It always comforted her. She turned to Toulouse. "I thought I had lost him once. I am not going to lose him again. I am going to London to find him." She said and stormed out of the building, heading to her elephant. She grabbed a bag and filled it full of her clothes. She grabbed her money and put it in her purse along with her make-up. Lastly, she picked up the book again. She didn't even bother with writing a note. She might send Harold a 'thank you' letter for saving her life. However, she didn't want Harold trying to stop her. She headed for the train station, leaving Montmartre behind.
Like it so far? Let me know! ~~Beth
Leaving
Where the movie ends.
Christian took another look at his story, trying not to cry. He always was crying now. But he had promised Satine he would write a story, so he had to finish it. He walked out on to the balcony to get air and noticed people milling about the Moulin Rouge again. It was closed once Satine was gone and then was left to decay. All the people down there had tools and paint and headed into the Moulin Rouge. Curious on what they were doing, he ventured down. Walking to that building for the first time in a year. He was noticed by all the show people. He saw Nini, Chocolat, Toulouse, and The Argentinean. They all stopped their tasks as he walked by. Christian spotted Zidler and went to talk to him. "Hello Zidler." He said. Harold turned around. "Well, Christian. I am surprised to see you here. You look like hell." He said. Christian just looked at him for a moment and then asked, "What's going on?" "We are opening the Moulin Rouge again." Zidler told him. "Without Satine?" he asked. "What else am I supposed to do? I need the money and can you bring people back from the dead?" Zidler asked. Christian winced at the word 'dead.' Harold noticed this. "Sorry my dear boy but these wonderful show folk need jobs." He told him. Christian nodded. "I need to get out of here." Christian said. "The sooner the better." Zidler mumbled as he walked away. "Why didn't you tell him about Satine?" Marie asked coming up behind him. "Because without Satine, there is no Moulin Rouge. We need her. And if she knows Christian is alive, she won't stay around here." He answered. "For God's Sake, Harold! Let the poor kids love each other!" Marie shouted and walked away.
Within the following month, the Moulin Rouge was open. Christian had noticed that they had gotten a new Sparkling Diamond because the elephant was occupied again. He wished he could go to that elephant and Satine would be there. Like she was a year ago. He sighed and shoved clothes in his bag. He had just sold his book. The one about his and Satine's love. It gave him enough money to move back to England and live a good life. He didn't want to be haunted with memories anymore. All Montmartre left was bad memories. However, his heart brought good memories. He grabbed his bags and headed to the train station to go back to London.
Satine climbed to the top of the elephant and looked into Christian's window. It was black. She looked at the balcony with dread. 'He's dead.' She thought. 'The only person I ever loved is dead.' Tears rolled down her cheeks as she heard a knock on her door. Zidler entered. "Show time, my little strawberry." He told her. Satine whipped her eyes and followed Zidler out. She missed Christian more but she also missed performing. It always got her away from her thoughts.
Satine gave one of her best performances and headed back towards her elephant. She was still happy from her performance. She headed to the top of the elephant. "Christian, did you see me? It was gr-." she stopped in mid sentence. She always met Christian after performances; it was second nature for her to go up there. But for once, he wasn't there. She head back downstairs trying not to cry. She noticed a book lying on her bed. She picked it up and read the cover. It was titled 'Bohemian Love.' She gasped. The author's name was Christian's. She opened the book and read the first lines. "The greatest thing you will ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return. The woman I loved is, is dead." She flipped through the rest of the book. It was her and Christian's story. 'How could he have written this? Harold told me he died after he thought I did. Which means it would have given him not even a month to write the whole thing.' She inspected the book. It was thick. He didn't leave out any details. There was no way anyone, even Christian, could write that much, that quick. A smile spread across her face. 'He must still be alive!' she grabbed her coat and ran to Toulouse's with the book.
She got there and banged on the door. "Toulouse! Toulouse! Open up, it's Satine!" she called. A few moments later Toulouse opened the door. "Satine! How wonderful it is to see you again! You know we were so worried." He told her in his lisp. Satine smiled and said, "Where's Christian? I know he can't be dead. If he would have died when Harold told me, he wouldn't have had time to write this." She said holding up the book. "Great! You got it before Zidler saw it! I left it there for you but I didn't know if you would get to it first." he said enthusiastically. "Yes, I did. Please tell me what's going on." Satine told him. "Well, Christian thought you died. However, Zidler took you away. He told everyone affiliated with the Moulin Rouge that you were alive but not to tell Christian because we would all be out of jobs. Besides, we had no clue where you were." Toulouse told her. "Why would he do that?" she asked. "Because he believes the Moulin Rouge will die without you. He didn't want you following Christian once you got better." He told her. "Does that mean he is still alive?" Satine asked, hopeful. Toulouse smiled. "Yes, Satine. He is alive and still in very much in love with you." Satine grinned and ran downstairs to Christian's garret. She opened it without knocking. "Christian! I'm home, I'm okay!" she shouted as she ran inside. To her dismay she was not greeted by her lover, but to a cold, empty room. She felt her heart drop to her feet. She heard Toulouse behind her. "I thought you said he was alive!" she exclaimed. "He is. He's just not here." Toulouse told her. She grunted in exasperation. "Well, he left a note for me." Toulouse said, pointing to the bed. He picked it up and read out loud.
Toulouse, I am off to London. I have finished the task of writing my book and telling Satine and mine's story to the whole world, just like she had asked. Now that Zidler is opening the Moulin Rouge again, I don't think I can stand hearing or seeing another 'Sparkling Diamond' in my beloved Satine's place. I know I am going to London but my location is still unknown as I am hoping to find my own place. I will write you from there. Thank you for being there for me, old friend. You will fine your true love. I hope that it doesn't end as tragically as mine did. How I would give to have my lovely Satine back in my arms. I miss her so much. Well, take care, Toulouse. Hope to see you soon. Love Always, Christian
Toulouse looked up at Satine after he was done reading. Satine had tears in her eyes but did not let them fall. She noticed a shirt lying across a chair back. She picked it up, brought it to her face, and took in the smell. She closed her eyes with ecstasy. It had been so long since she had smelt Christian's smell. It always comforted her. She turned to Toulouse. "I thought I had lost him once. I am not going to lose him again. I am going to London to find him." She said and stormed out of the building, heading to her elephant. She grabbed a bag and filled it full of her clothes. She grabbed her money and put it in her purse along with her make-up. Lastly, she picked up the book again. She didn't even bother with writing a note. She might send Harold a 'thank you' letter for saving her life. However, she didn't want Harold trying to stop her. She headed for the train station, leaving Montmartre behind.
Like it so far? Let me know! ~~Beth