DISCLAIMER: Please see part 1

DISCLAIMER: Baz and Craig own them all….I'm just a poor, penniless writer using them for inspiration!

PART 2: SATINE

"Come what may. I will love you, until my dying day."

The memories of our secret song filled me with an overwhelming sense of sadness. Sadness that I caused my darling Christian so much pain, hurt and sadness. Sadness at the thought of a life cut short by circumstance and sadness at a love that could not overcome the forces of darkness.

I wish I could reach up and wipe his tears away---- tears that were shed because of what I'd done. Those sparkling grey eyes that I loved so much were now dull and lifeless because of the tears he was shedding over me.

"Satine? You're dead! How can I be seeing you?" My heart broke at the sound of the anguish in his voice.

"My darling Christian. I am in your heart and I will always be in your heart. That is why you can see me." I told him.

I wanted nothing more than to hold him and tell him I loved him with every fibre of my being— I wanted to tell him that I would leave the Moulin Rouge and spend the rest of my life with him. I wanted to tell him that I wanted to have his children and grow old with him.

But how do you tell that to someone you've hurt more than anything in the world---- who loves you more every day even though you have broken his heart so many times and he has forgiven you each and every time?

"I am the Hindu Courtesan and I choose the Maharajah"

I will never forget the look of utter devastation on Christian's face as I uttered those words. It broke my heart into thousands of tiny pieces when I saw it. I knew I had to do it to save the Moulin Rouge and those whom I called family. But more than that, I had to do it for Christian, the one I grew to love more than anything in this world…..

The man who was sobbing uncontrollably because I was dead. I did the only thing I knew how to do---the only thing I was sure of. I sang to him, just as I did on the night we first met. I sang to him with all the love in my heart.

"Come what may. I will love you until my dying day."

"I will love you even beyond my dying day my love. I will love you forever." I whispered, my eyes filling with tears as I brushed his lips with a soft, sweet kiss.

I turned and gazed and Christian, one last time. I secretly hope that he learns to love again, to let his heart feel the love that we shared.

"Never thought I could feel like this…."