I guess it doesn't matter now---because….
You're dead! There! I
said it! You're dead and there's nothing I can do about it and I hate it with
every fibre of my being!!
I promised you that I
would write our story, but I can't do it….not yet. It's not that I don't want
to….I really can't…..it's too soon. If I write it, it means that you're really
gone and I don't think I can cope with that---not yet---it's too soon….The pain
is still too fresh….too raw…..
I know one day, in the
future, I may fall in love again. But whoever she is, she'll never, ever
replace you in my heart, my love.
I will love you beyond my
dying day, my beloved one.
Rest well, my sweet
angel.
Christian.
Christian looked up from his
typewriter, the tears sheeting down his face. He made no attempt to hide the
fact that his heart was breaking. His beloved diamond was dead and a part of
him had died with her.
He walked over to the window
and gazed into the street below. It
amazed him that even though his world was collapsing around him, the general
population were carrying on with their daily lives as if nothing had happened.
He was roused from his thoughts
by a knock on his door. He angrily wiped his face with the back of his hand as
he walked over and opened the door. He gasped when he saw who stood on the
other side. His eyes narrowed as he hissed:
"Harold Zidler…..you've got a nerve!"
Zidler blanched at the venom
in his words. He knew the young man standing before him had every right to be
angry---the love of his life is dead and he was the man responsible for keeping
them apart in the last few days when they should have been together.
" She wanted you to have
this Christian." He stammered as he
held the covered object out to the Poet.
Christian took it and
glanced at it. He instantly knew that it was Satine's bird….the bird she kept
in her dressing room at the Moulin
Rouge. He nodded and Zidler left.
Christian took the cover off
the cage and sat it on the windowsill. He suddenly found it difficult to
breathe as if his chest was being crushed.
His knees buckled and he
fell to the floor sobbing, his body shaking with grief. His beloved Satine was
gone and the only thing he had left was the little bird she had loved so much.
Somewhere in the after-life,
a figure watched the scene unfolding before her. She reached out to wipe the
tears from the face of the man she so cherished.
"My beloved….I will
always be with you. Just look inside your heart and you will find me there."
With that, Satine left
Christian to his grief.
