Okay, so finally the last chapter. I feel like I should've ended it with the last chapter, but I didn't. At least now I know what to do next time. I'm not at all satisfied with this chapter. It's nothing like I wanted it to be, but I can't come any closer to my initial plan. Can't explain why. Anyway, it's all you're gonna get of Don Juan DeMarco from me. At least there's now a story about that movie on Fanfiction.net!

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~ Miss Sofie.

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Chapter X – Close to You

Don Juan and I were taken to a mental institution, and after giving us a few instructions the nurse left us to ourselves in the room that was to be Don Juan's. I followed her out into the corridor.

"Is it really necessary to keep him here?" I asked. "He's not dangerous. He won't harm anyone."

"A suicidal patient is always dangerous. Just think of how many people he would hurt by killing himself!"

I didn't know what else to say as I knew she was right, though I didn't believe he'd try to kill himself again. Not now that he had me. At least that's what I hoped.

I went back inside the room and found him lying on the floor with his feet upon his bed.

I couldn't help but give a little laugh at the sight. He looked so cute.

He turned his face to look up at me and reached out his hand.

"Come lie here for a while." He said. He didn't smile, but he didn't look sad or angry either. "You see everything from a totally different view down here."

I did what he asked of me, and yes, everything did look different from the floor. Even he did. His hair was lying flat on the floor, and as he turned to face me, the hair, which had touched the floor before, became electric and stood right up.

"What?" He said as I looked at him with an amused and very fond smile.

"You're so sweet." I said frankly and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

He hesitated for a couple of seconds, then he sighed.

"Nothing happened. You saw that, Doña Christina."

"Yes, but why did you almost jump? It can't have been because of me entirely."

"Why not? Haven't you ever felt a love so strong that if it went away you could as well be dead? Haven't you ever loved someone so dearly that their turning you away hurt more than a thousand needles through your heart? That's how I felt, and that's why I wanted to die. I know I love you too much, but I cannot love you any less!"

I didn't know just what to say. I had felt the same way, but still I hadn't tried to kill myself. And amidst all this I wondered how he could declare me his love like it was the most natural thing to do at a time like this, which, furthermore, he did in the sweetest way possible.

"And…" He continued with a somewhat archly smile. "I never really intended to kill myself. I just wanted you to notice just how much you mean to me."

"Are you saying that if I hadn't showed up, you still wouldn't have jumped?" I said not returning the compliment. I was afraid to do so. Don't ask me why.

"Does it make any difference? Would you have stayed away, if you had known it?"

"No, I would not."

"Well, but I wouldn't have jumped."

"I don't know if I should feel angry or flattered. You really gave me a fright. What would I have done if you had jumped?"

"I never meant to make you feel guilty!"

"That's not what I mean. What would I have done if you were gone?"

"Oh. Maybe now you understand what kind of pain I felt?"

"I've known all along."

We lay silent for a while, until I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to know. I mean, I already kind of knew, but I needed to hear it from Don Juan himself.

"What's your name?" I asked seriously, staring at the ceiling. I didn't really notice what it looked like, though.

"But Doña Christina!" Don Juan exclaimed in a little laugh. "I already told you yesterday. I'm Don Juan DeMarco!"

I sighed with disappointment. I had hoped for a different kind of answer.

"But what's your real name?"

He hesitated, which was good. I had expected him to laugh at me again and tell me I was paranoid or something and that his name was Don Juan.

"Does it matter?" He finally said. "It's just a name. I am Don Juan DeMarco. My name is something different. But I'm still the same person. Would you like me better if I wasn't Don Juan?"

"No." I said feeling something inside. I wasn't sure if it was affection or pain. Often affection is pain. "But I'd like to know your name."

I turned to face him and looked into the soft eyes edged with the black fabric of his mask. He caressed my hair thinking hard. After a while he opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. Then, finally, he admitted.

"My name is John Arnold DeMarco and yours is Christina. But wasn't everything much more beautiful before – when we were Don and Doña?"

"I don't know." I said avoiding speaking his name. To tell the truth, I didn't know what to call him. I felt like crying, but for his sake I avoided that too. I had to be strong when he was obviously weak.

"I think it was. And it can stay that way, if we want it to."

"No it can't!" I said feeling even more like crying than before. "They won't let you leave this place if they think you don't know your own name!"

"But I just told you I knew!"

"Yes, but do you believe it?"

"What is there to believe?"

I sighed. I could tell that this would take quite a while.

I think we talked all night, Don Juan and I. We didn't really kiss. There was too much to be thought of and to be talked about, but we lay close, our sides touching each other all night long. We were serious most of the time, but once in a while Don Juan would say something funny or incredibly charming and I would laugh and melt inside. Apart from our sides, we never touched. Don't get me wrong, I felt more attracted to him than ever before, but it wasn't the time for touching. Once in a while I thought about forgetting it all and letting go – I'm sure he wouldn't have said no – but I resisted. I was too much at a loss what to do. I knew I had to support him, but which way? I wanted him to get well, but that was kind of the problem. What was well? He had seemed perfectly well until I had found out his name was not what he had told me.

Though I thought about this all night while talking and listening to Don Juan, the night passed very quickly. Before we knew it was morning, a nurse came to fetch Don Juan. I think it was then I realized.

Before she entered the room, she asked if he was properly dressed. He gave her a positive answer, but her "alright, I'm coming in, then" sounded rather disappointed. The smile came back onto her face, though, at the sight of him. And it wasn't just any smile. It was the kind of smile that only women know how to smile. Or maybe we don't even know how. The smile probably just finds us whenever love strikes us, and when our hopes aren't diminished. I'm not saying that Don Juan did anything to encourage her feelings, but he didn't do the opposite, either. I got a feeling of him being something very rare, probably one in a million or more. No other man could've made women behave like he did. It was like with that woman, from whom he had borrowed the water for me. They both giggled girlishly and couldn't take their eyes off of him. It wasn't normal. I mean, of course you sometimes see a very handsome man that you have a hard time taking your eyes off of, but with Don Juan it seemed to be impossible to these women. Like it was something physical. An eye disease or something. And Don Juan didn't do anything to keep eye contact with them. Except being present. How could any normal guy wake such feelings in every woman surrounding him? And, I suddenly remembered, even the animals wanted to be near him. The birds and the dogs. Hadn't they come to him without his entreating them to do so?

It was all very weird indeed, if it wasn't a fact that he was different. That he was the Don Juan!

While I thought of all this I thought I heard music. When I noticed, it stopped. I laughed at myself for being so ridiculous, but after a while it began again. This time it didn't stop. It just lulled me to sleep. Don Juan was not with me, and I hadn't slept all night. That's why he found me sleeping in his bed when he returned from his hour with the shrink.

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I felt something soft touch my cheek and I turned around to see what it was.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Don Juan said and looked almost sorrowful.

"It's okay." I said and smiled at him. A tired, but loving smile. "Come sit with me." I sat up in the bed and dragged him down to sit next to me. "How did it go?"

"Well…" He said and looked away. I kept silent. If he wanted to talk about it, I'd listen. If he didn't want to talk about it, I'd just have to wait.

"They want to put me on medication." He said after a while. Then he looked me straight in the eyes. "Do I look in sane to you?"

Oh my God! It pained me to see him so sad. I knew, instantly, that the medicine would kill him.

"No, you're not in sane, Don Juan!" I said and put my arms around him. He didn't put his around me, but he leant closer and let me hold him.

"You still call me Don Juan!" He stated and I thought I felt him sighing with relief. "It's the first time since I told you about my name!"

"Would you rather have me call you John?" I asked and put my chin on his shoulder.

"No." He said and turned his head to face me as well as he could in the awkward position we were sitting in. "And I'd prefer to keep calling you Doña Christina, if you don't mind. That's who you are to me!"

But of course! I loved being Doña Christina. I loved that he was Don Juan. I hated the thought of our world being destroyed by medications. Our world! I hadn't thought of it that way before.

"You know what, Don Juan? Together, we'll make them see that they're wrong and we're right!" I said and kissed his cheek.

He smiled and planted a kiss on my lips.

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"Wait…wait!" I said and held my breath. "I think someone's coming!"

"And?" Don Juan replied with a sly smile. "They'll be surprised, but maybe they'll learn something!"

"You're so bad!" I said and bit his ear softly, letting him open my bra with his hands underneath my shirt.

"No more than you!" He said with a twinkle and tasted my neck. I felt small sensations all through my body. How did he do that with just one kiss?

I caressed his neck with my hands while he pulled off my shirt. My hands got hold of something. It was the knot of his mask. Should I…?

"What are you thinking?" He whispered so close to my ear that his warm breath created another series of sensations in me.

"Of removing your mask." I admitted blankly. I wanted so much to see what he looked like beneath it, though it would make no difference as for my love for him.

Slowly his hands moved upwards. My shirt was off, and he let his fingers slide softly over my skin on their way to my neck. He lifted them to the knot of my mask and began to tie it up. I did the same to him, and he didn't object.

"You won't be needing this anymore." He said and took off my mask. "I already know you love me."

"And you won't be needing yours." I said, but when I wanted to remove it from his eyes, he put a hand to my wrist and held it in place.

"So? You don't think so?" He said reluctant of letting it go.

"No. There's no need to be ashamed anymore. I think you've taken your share already. And it won't bring your father back."

"But then I won't be Don Juan anymore!"

"You'll always be Don Juan to me, and I'll always wanna be close to you no matter what!" I assured him.

He let go of the grip that held my wrist, and I removed his mask slowly. He looked just as I had imagined. He still looked like Don Juan!

"Doña Christina!" He said relieved and hugged me. I felt his warm skin against mine and was breathless again. Someone was definitely walking towards our room in the corridor now. I shoved Don Juan a little away from me.

"Don't care about them!" He whispered and kissed my eyelids.

"I don't." I said and began to unbutton his pants. "I just needed some space for this!"

Whoever walked into the room got quite a surprise. We didn't notice who it was or what they saw, and we didn't care. We were Do

ña Christina and Don Juan, and we were lost in a world of our own – a world, which would last forever!

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Why do birds suddenly appear

Every time you are near

Just like me

They want to be

Close to you

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I don't know why, I just had to add the chorus of the old song that I love so much. I don't remember who wrote it, so I can't give anyone credits for it. I just don't wanna take the credits myself.

It's been great writing about Don Juan, especially the first five chapters! I'll miss him! How lucky I am to have the movie!

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