Description: What if Satine hadn't died? And what if her dream to be a real actress was stronger than her love for Christian. Christian's POV after Satine leaves him. MR lyrics thrown in. This is my first Moulin Rouge fan fic so bear with me. It's a little mixed up.


She had stayed for "Spectacular Spectacular." Why had she not stayed for him? He had thought she'd loved him. Perhaps there was something much stronger than love pulling her away.

Why does my heart cry
Feelings I can't fight
You're free to leave me
But just don't deceive me
And please believe me when I say I love you

Last night she put on the most beautiful performance ever. He had watched from far away as she sang with all her heart and soul. She was amazing. She was an actress, not a piece of meat as many men had seen her to be. The Moulin Rouge wasn't her home. He wished he could have pleaded with her to stay with him but how was he to know that her mind was formulating a plan? All he saw was her as she performed his play, the one he'd written for her. He knew she had other desires besides him. She had wanted to be something, to fly far away from this place.

One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could your love do for me?
When will love be through with me?
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends

God, he wanted her back. He wanted to say good-bye. Now he'd probably never see her again, never touch her again. His life was over. Yes, the world would keep on turning but it seemed as if he would stay still forever. When he'd met it seemed as if the world was only spinning for them.

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my live doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you

He had believed nothing could tear them apart, not the Duke, not her own desires.

And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide
But I'll love you until the end of time

He had to go on even if she wasn't with him. He had to be strong. If he didn't stop thinking of her he'd go insane. She was off chasing her dreams. Now it was time to chase his. He was a writer.

He walked to his typewriter and sat. He thought for a moment then began to type the title of his new story: Fly Away.

Today's the day when dreaming ends...