"Think of Me"
Summary: This one just came from my little obsession with Phantom of the Opera I think. None of the story from the movie changes, this is just Christian's thoughts afterwards. Please R&R, I'm still new at Moulin Rouge fic.
Disclaimer: To go through this again, Moulin Rouge, the songs, the quotes, the characters (although Christian might be nice!) do not belong to me. Go talk to Baz Luhrman and 20th Century Fox if you really care. "Think of Me" is Andrew Lloyd Webber's, that genius.
Rated: PG although probably closer to a G
Christian smiled broadly as the curtain closed on the stage. He didn't think he'd ever been this happy in his life. She loved him. She really loved him, and it wasn't a lie. He kissed her sweetly as they were about to take their final bow on that fateful stage. As he lead her away however, she faltered. She was coughing hard and doubled over.
Suddenly, Satine fell to the ground. Christian caught her with open arms, and tried not to let his panic kick in. He urgently told someone, anyone, to go find the doctor. Satine clung to the corner of his shirt and he watched her, as if in a dream, cough up blood.
He could barely speak to her to ask what was happening as tears filled his eyes. Why hadn't he noticed this before?! She must have been sick before this. Why hadn't she told him?! She didn't want you to worry, a voice said somewhere in the back of his mind. She cared for you too much to cause you this pain.
He let his tears fall. He didn't care if the whole world saw him cry. He tried to find out what was happening one more time. And the truth came, the truth Christian had dreaded:
"Christian, I…I'm…I'm dying." Satine held his shoulder and made the effort to get her message to him in her last few words. More of her blood ended up on his shirt as he pulled her close through his tears.
"You've got to go on Christian." The whole cast was watching now. Zidler looked at her horrified, and Toulouse watched from above as teardrops swept his makeup away.
"Can't go on without you…" Outside he could vaguely hear the audience cheering. He suddenly hated them. Hated them for being so naïve, and not seeing the truth in these events. Hated them simply because they didn't know that the courtesan was dying in the penniless sitar player's arms, because of a force stronger than love.
Satine again consoled him and encouraged him. "Go…" she said through her shallow breathing. "Tell our story Christian. That way…that way I'll always be with you." She leaned into his shoulder one last time and Christian watched her eyes slowly fade. He couldn't believe this was happening. The one person he cared for more than anything in the world…was being taken away from him.
The cast closed in in a mournful circle as Christian let out loud sad cries of "Noooo!" Everyone standing around felt the same way. Even though they had not been involved, they knew of this tragedy and realized that they were not in control of whatever happened in their lives, and that love could be swept away in the blink of an eye.
Summary: This one just came from my little obsession with Phantom of the Opera I think. None of the story from the movie changes, this is just Christian's thoughts afterwards. Please R&R, I'm still new at Moulin Rouge fic.
Disclaimer: To go through this again, Moulin Rouge, the songs, the quotes, the characters (although Christian might be nice!) do not belong to me. Go talk to Baz Luhrman and 20th Century Fox if you really care. "Think of Me" is Andrew Lloyd Webber's, that genius.
Rated: PG although probably closer to a G
Christian smiled broadly as the curtain closed on the stage. He didn't think he'd ever been this happy in his life. She loved him. She really loved him, and it wasn't a lie. He kissed her sweetly as they were about to take their final bow on that fateful stage. As he lead her away however, she faltered. She was coughing hard and doubled over.
Suddenly, Satine fell to the ground. Christian caught her with open arms, and tried not to let his panic kick in. He urgently told someone, anyone, to go find the doctor. Satine clung to the corner of his shirt and he watched her, as if in a dream, cough up blood.
He could barely speak to her to ask what was happening as tears filled his eyes. Why hadn't he noticed this before?! She must have been sick before this. Why hadn't she told him?! She didn't want you to worry, a voice said somewhere in the back of his mind. She cared for you too much to cause you this pain.
He let his tears fall. He didn't care if the whole world saw him cry. He tried to find out what was happening one more time. And the truth came, the truth Christian had dreaded:
"Christian, I…I'm…I'm dying." Satine held his shoulder and made the effort to get her message to him in her last few words. More of her blood ended up on his shirt as he pulled her close through his tears.
"You've got to go on Christian." The whole cast was watching now. Zidler looked at her horrified, and Toulouse watched from above as teardrops swept his makeup away.
"Can't go on without you…" Outside he could vaguely hear the audience cheering. He suddenly hated them. Hated them for being so naïve, and not seeing the truth in these events. Hated them simply because they didn't know that the courtesan was dying in the penniless sitar player's arms, because of a force stronger than love.
Satine again consoled him and encouraged him. "Go…" she said through her shallow breathing. "Tell our story Christian. That way…that way I'll always be with you." She leaned into his shoulder one last time and Christian watched her eyes slowly fade. He couldn't believe this was happening. The one person he cared for more than anything in the world…was being taken away from him.
The cast closed in in a mournful circle as Christian let out loud sad cries of "Noooo!" Everyone standing around felt the same way. Even though they had not been involved, they knew of this tragedy and realized that they were not in control of whatever happened in their lives, and that love could be swept away in the blink of an eye.
