Title: Another Night
Author: Kiree Tenshi
Fandom: Moulin Rouge
Characters: Christian. Hints towards Satine
Rating: G
Warnings: If you're the crying type, proceed with caution.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Moulin Rouge, the Bohemians, or sadly, Christian or Satine. I make no money from this, and do it just for the joy of making people happy. People like me who enjoy a good story now and then.
Summary: Christian is waiting in his apartment for Satine, who doesn't show up. He begins to wonder what she's doing, and if she means all she really says.
Feedback: If not for me. . think of the children! kiree_tenshi@hotmail.com


Another Night.


::Why does it have to be this way? Why can't she understand?::

Another night, another million thoughts a second. Maybe more.

My head aches, and I try to grasp one of the whispers of a thought before it goes zooming past

::She's found someone else.::

No. That can't be it. Could it? She wouldn't do that to me, would she? She made me a promise. Satine always keeps her promises. To me at least. . That's one of the reasons why I love her so much. I can count on her.

::She lies.::

No! She wouldn't lie to me. There's got to be a reasonable explanation. Please let there be a reasonable explanation. .

::You're just a stupid dreamer.::

Could that be it? Was it only a dream? It must have been. How could anyone like her love someone like me? Was she just humoring me? Just trying to make me happy?

Because it worked.

I've never been so happy. When I found out she loved me, I was so thrilled. It was the first time I was truly happy in years. But something's happened to her since then. I don't know what it is, exactly. She almost never seems happy to see me. True, some days Satine seems generally thrilled to see me. We laugh, and dance, and talk for hours on end. Those are the days when I'm happy. People who see me notice something different about me. The Bohemians say I look different. I guess it's true what they say, that when you know you're loved, you seem to glow.

::Why is she so cold?::
I don't know what to think anymore. I don't know what to _do_ anymore. I can't keep this up much longer. It's not fair, is it, to be led on for months? To think that the person you love loves you back, and to find out that she doesn't, that's the hardest thing in the world. There's nothing more heartbreaking than to find out that the person who said she loved you doesn't. Or used to, but doesn't anymore.

::What did I do? Is it my fault?::

Whoever said ''It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all' is completely wrong. Because if you've never loved, that means you've never felt the pain that I'm feeling.

::Satine. . My Sparkling Diamond. . ::

It's just another typical night for me. Another night of restless sleep.

Another night of millions of thoughts running through my mind.

Another scar.

And another night just wondering;

::Why does it have to be this way? Why can't she understand?::

Just another night of musings, where rain falls not only outside, but inside too. Another night of missing my love, and the penniless sitar player feels one more emotion; jealousy.

The end.