by *Sugar Princess*
Disclaimer: *agonizing sob* No! They don't belong to me. Isn't that sad?
A/N: this came to me RIGHT NOW. Like, the idea popped into my head and I'm writing it. Ain'tcha proud?
Summary: Christian has a one-sided conversation with Satine. Mush, mush, mush.
Satine...
It was never enough. I couldn't fit into words what I wanted to express. And I was a writer. How could I not be able to?
To tell you I love you. I tried, my love. Honest I did. I told you I loved you. But did you understand how much? Darling, I'm sure you did. Only you would.
Was I able to show you how much I loved you? Could you feel it in my touch, see it in my eyes, hear it in my voice? You did, I know.
Too young.
Too beautiful.
Too loving.
Too loved.
I screamed all this and more the night it ended. I loved you too much for you to be gone forever. My ultimate ideal had be destroyed before my very eyes the night you died.
Everything I did was for you. Every story, every poem, every song. It was for you. I had always built up my idea of the perfect love. You exceeded it, my dearest.
How I loved you. Do you know how much?
How I love you still.
I can still hear your voice, smell your hair, feel your silky touch.
Some say I have gone mad. I shake my head at them. It is not pure madness that drives me to immortalize you.
It's a different form of madness, one that I have heard Toulouse charmingly refer to as 'L'amour fou'.
Crazy love.
That pretty much sums it up, don't you think, my sweet? You and me... we were going to live forever in a sort of crystal bubble. Have a perfect existence that the outside world could not touch.
All were jealous of us, my love. They hated us for our happiness. That is why you were taken from me. They knew they could not have such love, and became insane with jealousy. The had no promise to keep to not be jealous.
But one day, ma coeur...
One day, we will be together, like we said.
For as Bohemia ends, idealogies never die.
And love...
By some, love is idolized.
By others, is scorned.
For some, love is a game.
For others, it is a toy.
For some, a weapon.
For others, is fleeting.
But for us... love is endless.
I laugh as I say this.
You knew that, of course.
If not... know it now.
I love you, Satine.
And I will love you until the end of time.