OK. This will be the final chapter. I hope you have enjoyed it.
The next evening, Toulouse was back at the Moulin Rouge under protest. Christian had refused to allow him to sulk in his flat.
Roxanne was delighted to see him, but each time she would send a friendly glance his way, he would look away as if not to care. Roxanne was puzzled by this. Just yesterday, he had brought her tulips, and now he was doing everything in his power to ignore her.
As the night went on, Toulouse sipped at his usual brandy. Christian had left his company to pursue other interests, of which being Satine, which was just as well for Toulouse for he wished to be alone with his own sour company at any rate. However, he would not be satisfied for long.
Eventually, Roxanne found a moment and she rushed to find Toulouse. He hadn't left the table that he had been sitting at all night alone. However, was surprised to find that he was no longer alone.
A stranger at a nearby table had watched him all night. When Toulouse's fifth glass was empty, he slammed back down on the table.
"Dammit," he exclaimed.
The stranger approached him with care.
"May I buy you another glass, sir?"
Although, it was Toulouse's desire to be utterly alone this evening, he desired even more to wash his broken heart into the oblivion of licquor.
"Yes, thank you."
"Sir, I have watched you all night, and I was wondering if I might inquire of the reason for your troubles."
Roxanne heard this dialogue and chose to remain back where she could not be seen, and eavesdrop instead.
"Well... I suppose," began Toulouse. "Have a seat."
The gentleman sat down next to him and Toulouse began his tale. As Toulouse recanted on the past few days, the gentleman listened intently as well as Roxanne.
As Toulouse told the man of how he had spent the previous evening, his story quickly became a rant. "... and I awoke this morning alone. How foolish I was to think that a whore might desire to share something true and meaningful with me. I swore that I will never speak to that concubine again."
The gentleman made his attempts to comfort, but lurking in the shadows was a distraught Roxanne. She knew that she would not be able to hold on to Toulouse. That the life she had chosen would forever keep her from love. For a moment, she considered running over to him and explaining why she was delayed. Satine had fallen ill, and she was sent out to bring back a doctor, but she knew that it would not matter. She was a diamond, belonging to noone but herself. She chose to let his love die.
Well that is the end. I apologize to those who might have been hoping for a happy ending.
The next evening, Toulouse was back at the Moulin Rouge under protest. Christian had refused to allow him to sulk in his flat.
Roxanne was delighted to see him, but each time she would send a friendly glance his way, he would look away as if not to care. Roxanne was puzzled by this. Just yesterday, he had brought her tulips, and now he was doing everything in his power to ignore her.
As the night went on, Toulouse sipped at his usual brandy. Christian had left his company to pursue other interests, of which being Satine, which was just as well for Toulouse for he wished to be alone with his own sour company at any rate. However, he would not be satisfied for long.
Eventually, Roxanne found a moment and she rushed to find Toulouse. He hadn't left the table that he had been sitting at all night alone. However, was surprised to find that he was no longer alone.
A stranger at a nearby table had watched him all night. When Toulouse's fifth glass was empty, he slammed back down on the table.
"Dammit," he exclaimed.
The stranger approached him with care.
"May I buy you another glass, sir?"
Although, it was Toulouse's desire to be utterly alone this evening, he desired even more to wash his broken heart into the oblivion of licquor.
"Yes, thank you."
"Sir, I have watched you all night, and I was wondering if I might inquire of the reason for your troubles."
Roxanne heard this dialogue and chose to remain back where she could not be seen, and eavesdrop instead.
"Well... I suppose," began Toulouse. "Have a seat."
The gentleman sat down next to him and Toulouse began his tale. As Toulouse recanted on the past few days, the gentleman listened intently as well as Roxanne.
As Toulouse told the man of how he had spent the previous evening, his story quickly became a rant. "... and I awoke this morning alone. How foolish I was to think that a whore might desire to share something true and meaningful with me. I swore that I will never speak to that concubine again."
The gentleman made his attempts to comfort, but lurking in the shadows was a distraught Roxanne. She knew that she would not be able to hold on to Toulouse. That the life she had chosen would forever keep her from love. For a moment, she considered running over to him and explaining why she was delayed. Satine had fallen ill, and she was sent out to bring back a doctor, but she knew that it would not matter. She was a diamond, belonging to noone but herself. She chose to let his love die.
Well that is the end. I apologize to those who might have been hoping for a happy ending.
