Until Then
By: Sugar Princess
Summary: Christian's partial insanity over Satine's death, which he has yet to accept. No names, but it's pretty obvious.
Disclaimer: No one belongs to me. *cue violin music and sad sighs* They all belong to Baz, that wonderful, WONDERFUL man who is positively spectacular, spectacular and deserves a holiday.
Are you here?
Can you hear me?
It's cold outside. So cold.
And dark. I'm scared of the dark, and there's no one to hold me now.
Where are you? Where are those warm arms that held me so close? Where is the voice that chased all the demons away? Come back to me.
Please?
They tell me that you've gone away. I don't believe them. I know you'd never leave me.
But it's so cold and dark, and no matter how loud I call, you don't hear me.
I think maybe you're lost in the fog outside, but when I go outside to look, the others stop me. Tell me that you're gone.
It's been so long, and I miss you. I don't know why you went away.
I don't blame you, of course. I know if you had to leave me it would never have been of your own accord. Someone must have taken you away from me.
But I'm all alone in the dark. And I'm frightened, frightened by the dark, frightened by being by myself, frightened by tomorrow.
Tomorrow will bring the light, and the fog will go away, and when it does, I'm afraid that you won't be there, and that they would have been right.
That you have left me.
That you are gone.
I'm scared of the dark, but I'm even more scared of the light.
So, I'll sit here 'til morning, thinking of you.
It's dark and cold, and foggy. I'm trapped in a fog, and I don't know where to go. And the demons are calling me, from everywhere. They're everywhere. And I'm scared.
And when you come back- which I know you will!- you can make the demons go away, and the fog retreat, and the cold warm, and the darkness bright.
I'll wait until you come back, with your bright red lips, and your shiny hair and soft skin; with your stunning blue eyes, and your rosy cheeks and pearly teeth; with your heels that click-clack across the floor, with your lilac perfume that lingers in a room long after you've left, and with your breath that always smells faintly of peppermint.
Until then I'll brave the dark and the cold, 'cause it will make me love you all the more when you come back and take me into your arms.
