Disclaimer- I don't own it so I'm not going to say I do, but if anyone wants to believe I do, go for it!


Every day that passes makes it harder to recall the incident, but even now, if I stop, and think, I can still see everything so clearly. Sometimes, when it's quiet, and the only sound is my own breathing, I can almost believe that the story never ended. Times like that are all too rare and end, oh so quickly.

I tell myself I should make the most of them. I close my eyes to try to bring the memories just that little bit closer, but no matter how hard I try, how close I bring them, they always stop just the other side of reality.

My favourite image is one that always appears in the very last second, just before distraction steals my attention. They are standing together, triumphant, as though they have just broken through the greatest barrier in the world. There are times when I can't help but wonder if they have, but knowing that would hurt more than the uncertainty, and I never dwell on the thought for long.

I freely admit that there are times I have often prayed to a God I have never believed in for news. I have heard any number of rumours, all different, but they all serve to make me realise just dearly I would love to know what has become of my friends.

No-one knows where the Duke took Satine. No-one knows if Christian ever found her again. No-one even knows for sure when they left. One day Satine was gone, the next, Christian had followed. The only reason we know they didn't leave together of their own accord is the existence of a note. Such a small piece of paper, with just two words scrawled on it, but the message it imparted was more devastating than any other piece of writing I have ever read.

Those two small words, that one small piece of paper, tore my two best friends away from me, ripped apart two lovers destined to be together, and may ever show one person's ultimate victory.

No-one knows what happened to the Duke, Satine, or Christian. There are times, when all the world seems silent, that I can see them standing together, and, for a moment, I can believe it's how they really there.

But it doesn't change the fact that imagination is all that's left to us, the friends they left behind.