Better Man by Satine_1976
Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stop
Tell him; take no more, she practices her speech
As he opens the door, she rolls over...
Pretends to sleep, as he looks her over
She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in colour, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
Can't find a better man
Ohh...
Talkin' to herself, there's no one else who needs to know...
She tells herself, oh...
Memories back when she was bold and strong
And waiting for the world to come along...
Swears she knew it, now she swears he's gone
She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in colour, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
She lies and says she still loves him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in colour, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
Can't find a better man
Yeah...
She loved him, yeah...she don't want to leave this way
She feeds him, yeah...that's why she'll be back again
Can't find a better man
Can't find a better...man...
Ohh...ohh...
Uh huh...
Ohh...
PART 1: CHRISTIAN
It had all happened far too
quickly--far too soon. My beloved Satine was lying in my arms—dead. My heart,
like my world was shattered.
"Satine! Nooo!" My sobs echoed through the darkened halls of the
Moulin Rouge.
Harold Zidler, the owner of
the Moulin Rouge placed a comforting hand on My shoulder. I wrenched it away,
turning to face the man that had tried to keep us apart, the fury and utter
hatred in my eyes for all to see.
" You did this to her!
You killed her!" I spat; the venom
in my voice was unmistakable.
I gazed down at the figure
lying in my arms. I lovingly brushed a curl of her hair from her face. I then
pulled a tattered handkerchief from my pocket and wiped the thin lines of blood
from the corners of her mouth.
Chocolat bent down and tried
to take Satine's body from my arms. But, I
wasn't ready to let her go and I tightened my arms around her
protectively.
"Christian! It is time to
let her go!" Zidler's voice cut through the haze that I
found myself surrounded by.
I shook his head, trying to
comprehend what had just occurred. Satine, my beloved Diamond was dead. I
looked down at her, my eyes filling with tears.
"How can you be dead my
love? We were going to spend forever together. I was going to take you far away
from this wicked place. I will love you until my dying day." I
sobbed placing soft kisses on her face.
I finally let Chocolat take
Satine's body from my arms. I slowly stood up, shaking violently. I looked
around at the faces of the audience and the dancers, the misery etched on my
face. Toulouse led me back to my flat.
"You must write your
story Christian. That way Satine will always be with you."
Toulouse pleaded with his
young friend.
"Leave me be Toulouse!
LEAVE ME BE!!" I screamed wanting to
shut out the thought of what had just occurred.
I lowered my head to my
knees, my body racked with sobs. Toulouse wanted to help me but was unsure how
to do it. He stood there, watching me for a few minutes. When he saw that he
could not do anything for me, he left.
A few hours later, when my
tears were all spent, I raised my head and gazed around my flat. I stood up and
started pulling the pages of "Spectacular Spectacular" off the wall. I
shredded the pages into thousands of tiny pieces.
"Satine is dead. She
can't be dead" I sobbed as I pulled
the pages from the wall.
Toulouse heard the noise
coming from downstairs. He gazed down the hole in his floor and shook his head
sadly at what he saw
I walked to the window
stiffly and gazed at the street below. I saw the red windmill of the Moulin
Rouge and felt the rage stir within me
"Thank you very much for
curing my ridiculous obsession with love Harold Zidler! Thank you so very
much!" I screamed, shaking my fist
in the direction of the windmill.
I went and lay down on the
bed, trying to block out the stabbing pain I felt in my heart. I thought my
heart would break into a thousand pieces. Try as I might, I could not escape
the image of Satine lying dead my arms.
I sobbed myself to sleep. In
the realm of sleep, a ghostly figure appeared to him. She gazed down lovingly
at the young man who loved her so deeply and touched his face softly. I gazed
up and saw Satine's beautiful face.
"Satine? You're dead! How
can I being seeing you?" I sat bolt
upright and gazed around. I wasn't quite sure if I was still sound asleep or
wide awake.
She smiled at me. That smile
that would always melt my heart. I reached for her, but my hand went straight
through her body. That's when I knew she was dead.
I woke up in a cold sweat.
Then I heard the soft, sweet sound of a voice I knew so well, singing a song
from the heart…..
"Come what may. I will
love you until my dying day."
