Part Ten
[I]
No! No! No! Not again!
Damn the British honor. It got them in trouble in earlier centuries with their ridiculous duels, and now it has Silke lying to Kit, just because she owes Harry.
Oh fine, she really does owe Harry for something, and I'm grateful for what he did to her. But this is not how it is suppose to turn out!
Has the new millennium never heard of 'Happily ever after'? Must they all be destined to being lonely and bitter, relying only on their claim of martyr?
I wish I was more than a love bird, at least when Sam, that's a dog…he had a similar task to mine, had trouble with his two star-crossed lovers, he jumped in front of the bullet that would have killed his charge, Pippa. All I can do is 'tweep' and watch.
Hopefully I'm not the only one that wants these two to be happy…
[/I]
Kit didn't know how long he had stared, gaping really, at the door. The conversation that had just taken place was so surreal. It wasn't real…it couldn't be.
But, oh, it was.
"I looked into your eyes, they told me plenty," They did. When he opened his door and saw her standing there, her eyes gave way what was coming. "I already knew you never felt a thing." At least he should have, there were enough warning signs.
[I] 'You make it sound fleeting.'
'Everything is.'[/I]
How many times had she hinted at there being an end? That she had to have this lifestyle. "So soon forgotten all that you do in more than words I tried to tell you." He tried to tell that their love was forever. It had been love, at least for him. "The more I tried I failed." No truer words had been spoken. How many times had she maneuvered the conversation elsewhere? And that ridiculous talk about how she owed Harry but refused to tell him what. "I would not let myself believe that you might stray." Oh, he couldn't bare the thought that at this very moment Riches hands were probably on her, over her, in her. It was maddening.
"And I would stand by you. No matter what they'd say, I would have thought I'd be with you until my dying day. Until my dying day." That's what their song had said, had it not?
[I]'Come what may, come what may, I will love you until my dying day…'[/I]
"I used to think my life was often empty." A life without love was always empty. Always lonely. "A lonely space to fill. You hurt me more than I ever would have imagined. You made my world stand still." Everything was frozen. He couldn't move, couldn't think, he could barely sing this song. "And in that stillness there was a freedom I never felt before." The freedom that meant nothing mattered any more.
He could go back to his father, run the business. It didn't matter what he did with his life now- it was poisoned with Silke.
"I would not let myself believe that you might stray and I would stand by you no matter what they'd say, I would have thought I'd be with you until my dying day. Until my dying day." To think he had believed her when she sang that song. Every time she had said 'I love you.'
Voices filled his head…they had a strange ring of déjà vu to him.
[I]
'What's wrong?'
'I'm staying with the Duke. After I left you, the Duke came to see me and he offered me everything. Everything I've ever dreamed of. He has one condition. I must never see you again. I'm sorry.'
'What are you talking about?'
'You knew who I was.'
'What are you saying? What about last night? What we said?'
'I don't expect you to understand. The difference between you and I is that you can leave anytime you choose. But this is my home. The Moulin Rouge is my home.'
'No, there must be something else. This-this can't be real.'
'There's something the matter. Tell me what it is. Tell me the truth. Tell me the truth, tell me the truth!'
'The truth? The truth is… I am the Hindu courtesan. And I choose the Maharaja. That's how the story really ends.'
[/I]
At first he thought it was he and Silke, and why it rang familiar to their conversation earlier, it wasn't the exact wording. He blinked, trying to place. Finally it hit Kit.
It was from 'Love At The Moulin Rouge' by Christian James. The conversation where Satine has to convince Christian she does not love him, because the fact that she's dying and couldn't offer him anything and to protect him from the Duke's threat of death to the young writer.
Christian James had it easy. Satine was doing it to protect him, out of honor. This Christian's heart was broken because Silke was materialistic and loved money. And toying with people's emotions.
At least Satine had truly loved Christian until her dying day, Kit doubted Silke had ever loved anyone. Other than herself, of course.
Even as he thought the caustic thoughts, he knew there was a certain untruth to them. If only anything made sense…
Sighing, Kit turned away from the door and went into the living room, turning on the television. What was on television had him gaping once again.
SONG USED: Plenty by Sarah McLachlan
[I]
No! No! No! Not again!
Damn the British honor. It got them in trouble in earlier centuries with their ridiculous duels, and now it has Silke lying to Kit, just because she owes Harry.
Oh fine, she really does owe Harry for something, and I'm grateful for what he did to her. But this is not how it is suppose to turn out!
Has the new millennium never heard of 'Happily ever after'? Must they all be destined to being lonely and bitter, relying only on their claim of martyr?
I wish I was more than a love bird, at least when Sam, that's a dog…he had a similar task to mine, had trouble with his two star-crossed lovers, he jumped in front of the bullet that would have killed his charge, Pippa. All I can do is 'tweep' and watch.
Hopefully I'm not the only one that wants these two to be happy…
[/I]
Kit didn't know how long he had stared, gaping really, at the door. The conversation that had just taken place was so surreal. It wasn't real…it couldn't be.
But, oh, it was.
"I looked into your eyes, they told me plenty," They did. When he opened his door and saw her standing there, her eyes gave way what was coming. "I already knew you never felt a thing." At least he should have, there were enough warning signs.
[I] 'You make it sound fleeting.'
'Everything is.'[/I]
How many times had she hinted at there being an end? That she had to have this lifestyle. "So soon forgotten all that you do in more than words I tried to tell you." He tried to tell that their love was forever. It had been love, at least for him. "The more I tried I failed." No truer words had been spoken. How many times had she maneuvered the conversation elsewhere? And that ridiculous talk about how she owed Harry but refused to tell him what. "I would not let myself believe that you might stray." Oh, he couldn't bare the thought that at this very moment Riches hands were probably on her, over her, in her. It was maddening.
"And I would stand by you. No matter what they'd say, I would have thought I'd be with you until my dying day. Until my dying day." That's what their song had said, had it not?
[I]'Come what may, come what may, I will love you until my dying day…'[/I]
"I used to think my life was often empty." A life without love was always empty. Always lonely. "A lonely space to fill. You hurt me more than I ever would have imagined. You made my world stand still." Everything was frozen. He couldn't move, couldn't think, he could barely sing this song. "And in that stillness there was a freedom I never felt before." The freedom that meant nothing mattered any more.
He could go back to his father, run the business. It didn't matter what he did with his life now- it was poisoned with Silke.
"I would not let myself believe that you might stray and I would stand by you no matter what they'd say, I would have thought I'd be with you until my dying day. Until my dying day." To think he had believed her when she sang that song. Every time she had said 'I love you.'
Voices filled his head…they had a strange ring of déjà vu to him.
[I]
'What's wrong?'
'I'm staying with the Duke. After I left you, the Duke came to see me and he offered me everything. Everything I've ever dreamed of. He has one condition. I must never see you again. I'm sorry.'
'What are you talking about?'
'You knew who I was.'
'What are you saying? What about last night? What we said?'
'I don't expect you to understand. The difference between you and I is that you can leave anytime you choose. But this is my home. The Moulin Rouge is my home.'
'No, there must be something else. This-this can't be real.'
'There's something the matter. Tell me what it is. Tell me the truth. Tell me the truth, tell me the truth!'
'The truth? The truth is… I am the Hindu courtesan. And I choose the Maharaja. That's how the story really ends.'
[/I]
At first he thought it was he and Silke, and why it rang familiar to their conversation earlier, it wasn't the exact wording. He blinked, trying to place. Finally it hit Kit.
It was from 'Love At The Moulin Rouge' by Christian James. The conversation where Satine has to convince Christian she does not love him, because the fact that she's dying and couldn't offer him anything and to protect him from the Duke's threat of death to the young writer.
Christian James had it easy. Satine was doing it to protect him, out of honor. This Christian's heart was broken because Silke was materialistic and loved money. And toying with people's emotions.
At least Satine had truly loved Christian until her dying day, Kit doubted Silke had ever loved anyone. Other than herself, of course.
Even as he thought the caustic thoughts, he knew there was a certain untruth to them. If only anything made sense…
Sighing, Kit turned away from the door and went into the living room, turning on the television. What was on television had him gaping once again.
SONG USED: Plenty by Sarah McLachlan