It was late, the air was humid and the only light were from the Moulin
Rouge and a full moon.
Christian was sitting at his worn desk with his typewriter just finishing up "His story of Love" He neatened his papers and looked them over. His eyes were tearing and he wiped his nose.
The next morning
He awoke to the sound of an all too familiar voice.
"Morning." It said.
"How is it?" he asked, seeing his work being read.
"I like it, but did I really have to die in the end?" Satine questioned.
"It's what the people want to read."
"Thanks!" she replied laughing.
"NO! I don't mean you-dead, just-"
"I know Christian." She interrupted smiling teasingly at having put him in the situation.
"Lost love, people just- it's fiction and-" he said trying to recover.
"Christian," she said walking over to the bed. "I know, I'm just teasing you."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Come What May.
Christian was sitting at his worn desk with his typewriter just finishing up "His story of Love" He neatened his papers and looked them over. His eyes were tearing and he wiped his nose.
The next morning
He awoke to the sound of an all too familiar voice.
"Morning." It said.
"How is it?" he asked, seeing his work being read.
"I like it, but did I really have to die in the end?" Satine questioned.
"It's what the people want to read."
"Thanks!" she replied laughing.
"NO! I don't mean you-dead, just-"
"I know Christian." She interrupted smiling teasingly at having put him in the situation.
"Lost love, people just- it's fiction and-" he said trying to recover.
"Christian," she said walking over to the bed. "I know, I'm just teasing you."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Come What May.