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Chapter Two- A saviour to Heartbreak
Chapter Two- A saviour to Heartbreak
A day later and Christian was still looking after Cecelia, whom was recovering slowly from falling in the storm. She kept passing out and felt very sleepy yet Christian was amused that the girl's will would not let her stay in bed and recover. She had told him bluntly that he must not drown his sorrows in drink when he picked up a bottle of Absinthe and not daring to go against her he didn't touch one bottle while she was awake.
Night approached quickly and Cecelia was sleeping softly upon Christian's bed. Christian however was sat at the window looking over at the Moulin Rouge, drinking while thinking of Satine. Memories tortured him once again as he stared out to the abandoned windmill. Their first kiss, Satine telling him she didn't love him, that final performance then her last kiss and she died in his arms, her spirit gone. Soon he was wailing and started hitting the walls in anger. His beautiful Satine had left him to live in the harsh world on his own; the Moulin Rouge had trapped them all.
Cecelia stirred as she heard banging sounds and a wail of pure heartbreak. Startled she rose from the bed quickly in time to see Christian hitting the walls sobbing. She ran over to him and pulled him away from the walls.
"What on earth are you doing?" she asked holding Christian to her.
"Let me go!" yelled Christian trying to break free.
"And let you hurt yourself I do not think so!" said Cecelia quietly and she led him over to the chair, forcing him to sit down.
"I said let me go! GET AWAY FROM ME!" shouted Christian trying to push the girl away.
"You're drunk!" yelled Cecelia in fury smelling the drink in his breath, "You promised me you wouldn't drink any more!"
"So what do you care, it's the only way I can cope" shot back Christian breaking free and rushing to the window. Cecelia was furious that he'd gotten himself so drunk.
"Right so that's how Christian James the great writer copes with his problems, drinking himself to death!" she yelled. He didn't answer.
"And how would Satine feel to see you wasting yourself away!" she carried on, determined to get it into his head that he had to move on. Christian controlled by the drink rushed over to the beautiful girl and shook her by the shoulders.
"You know nothing of Satine NOTHING!" he shouted "AND I AM NOTHING WITHOUT SATINE"
Cecelia felt like she was going to faint again and with a cry she kicked Christian and ended up falling down to the floor. Her cry of fear alerted Christian to his senses, suddenly sober he had realised what he had done. Furious with himself for letting the drink take over him, he rushed over to Cecelia who put her arms over her head in fright.
"Cecelia, I won't hurt you, honestly" he gently lifted her arms away from her face.
"Get away from me you animal" she snarled punching him.
"Cecelia!" Christian caught hold of her and attempted to calm her down, "Listen to me, I didn't mean any of that, none of it at all, please let me explain!"
Cecelia heard the plea in his voice and untangled herself from him, making sure there was a good distance between then she said in a cold voice "Explain then".
Christian winced at her voice. "I didn't know what came over me, I was drinking and thinking of Satine and memories kept tormenting me like they do, and I guess I lost it and took my anger out on you. Cecelia I never meant to hurt you, and I will not drink again, please forgive me!" He pleaded.
Cecelia was in shock that Christian could be affected by drink like most men, he always seemed so pure. Suddenly a memory came back to her of her father drinking and yelling at her after her mother's death. He'd apologised soon after explaining that he was grieving and the drink had taken over. Christian was the same, a man turning to drink to cope with grieving for the lost of his true love, and the green fairy had begun to take over him and memories tortured him. As she was the only one there she'd taken the force of his grief.
"I don't trust easily Christian and you've broken my trust in you, but I do understand" she stated harshly then soon changed her mind after all Christian had saved her and she knew he was pure good. "Christian I forgive you, I know it wasn't you, but you must put your bitterness aside and move on with your life"
Christian smiled softly, "I'll make it up to you, I am terribly sorry" and he burst into tears. Cecelia ran over to him immediately and held him to her.
"I'm so sorry I will never hurt you again!" he sobbed holding on to her tightly.
"Christian it's ok, honestly I know grief combined with drink can make your mind go, but promise me you'll try to move on?" Cecelia lifted his face so that she could she into his beautiful grey eyes swimming with tears.
"It's so hard, I can't forget her, I never will but it's been two years now and I'm slowly rebuilding my life" He laughed harshly "but it's a bitter life Cecelia, an empty life, I can go for days without crying and then I get like this, I can act normal but I can't feel anything, I'm a writer yet I can't write!"
Cecelia sighed, she promised herself she was going to help Christian come what may.
"Christian maybe you can never forget Satine but you can learn to live again and I'll help you, I'll be here for you come what may"
Christian looked at Cecelia in shock. She'd just said the words to his and Satine's song. "Come what may was mine and Satine's song"
He watched as Cecelia gasped and clasped her hands to her mouth.
"Oh I'm so sorry I didn't know!"
Christian was on his feet and held her firmly by the shoulders.
"It's ok Cecelia it's just funny you would say those words and I promise you I will try to get better, maybe with you I can" He could feel excitement coming to him again and he thanked for Cecelia coming into his life. "Only if you promise me something?" he asked turning around to find it.
"Promise what?" came Cecelia's reply. Christian smiled as her clear voice filled the room.
"When Satine died she made me promise to tell our story, so I wrote it, no one has ever read it but I want you to"
"ME!" Cecelia couldn't believer he was letting her read the story of him and Satine.
"Yes I know Satine would of wanted you to" Christian finally found the book, it had been the last thing he'd written and emotion filled every single page and every word was written with love, silently he held it out to Cecelia who took it gently.
"What was Satine like?" she asked curiously.
"Beautiful inside and out, but words would spoil her beauty, that book captures it all" He sighed looking at Cecelia. "In a way you are like her, yet in many ways you are different, and I guess you've had a hard life"
Cecelia turned to look him "Yes I have and one day I will tell you about it, but not yet it still hurts"
Christian looked at her with an adorable curious expression on his face. This girl had been with him a matter of days and already she'd turned his life around.
"Together we'll wipe away the hurt and pain of the past and build a new life come what may"
Cecelia looked at him gently; he'd was everything she'd ever wanted, just a friend.
"Come what may" she agreed.
Disclaimer: All characters and the Moulin Rouge belong to badge, however Cecelia is mine.