Chapter VIII: Discovery

The next day passed slowly and painfully for Satine. Christian had left early that morning, with only a sweet kiss and a smile to last her for the next few days. She hadn't realized how much she needed him. . .how much he meant to her. A life without love was meaningless indeed, she thought wryly as she sat in with Margaret in the parlor. Margaret was dutifully sewing while Satine sat and daydreamed.

Margaret asked suddenly.



What's it like, being in love?

Oh. . . Satine said quietly. It's like. . .it's like you've never seen the sky before. The world suddenly seems a perfect place. . .and it all revolves around that one person. Margaret nodded sagely, but her face remained blank. Satine sighed and rose, walking over to the piano. Her fingers ran over the keys for a moment, than she struck a chord and began to sing.

Lovers. . .are very special people
They're the luckiest people alive
With one person. . .one very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half, now you're whole,
No more hunger and thirst. . .

Margaret's face was suddenly illuminated and Satine smiled widely at her.

she said, rising from the piano bench. You see?

Yes. . . Margaret said thoughtfully. I do.

That night, Satine sat in her bedroom, watching the stars come out into full glory against the velvet sky. She picked up Christian's coat, and buried her face in it. For a brief moment, it was almost as if he was there again. The memory of his voice filled her ears, and she let herself live briefly in the dream of him.

In his small hotel room in the English countryside, Christian rose and paced to the window. God, he missed her so much. He was part of her now, and she was part of him. They needed each other constantly, to make sure that this wasn't a dream that they would awaken from. Christian smiled and rubbed his forehead. Never, in all the fancy-filled dreams of his youth, had he imagined love would feel like this.

Satine leaned her cheek against the cool glass and began to sing softly.

Late at night when all the world is sleeping
I stay up and think of you. . .

As if hearing her voice, Christian followed suit.

And I wish on a star
That somewhere you are thinking of me too. . .

Satine smiled out at the sky, images of Christian filling her mind.

Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight
Till tomorrow I'll be holding you tight
And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be
Than here in my room dreaming about you and me.

 Christian paused.

Wonder if you'll ever hear me and I wonder if you know I'm here
When you looked in my eyes you saw what's inside
And you always care.

Satine blew a kiss out the window to Christian, wherever he was.

I just wanna hold you close but tonight
All I have are dreams of you
So I wait for the day and the time that I'll say
How much I love you.

As if they were together in the room, their voices joined in a final verse.

I'll be dreaming of you tonight
Till tomorrow and for all of my life
And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be
Than here in my room dreaming with you endlessly. . .

Lovely voice. The hard, caustic voice broke through the magic spell Satine had woven for herself in the bedroom. She pressed both hands to her mouth in horror. Oh, God, no, please no, not now. . .

But I imagine you don't become the star of the Moulin Rouge without one.

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I own freaking well nothing. Except all of Christian's family minus the dad.

Songs used:
--Funny Girl
Dreaming of You--Selena