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By: Brown-Eyes
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters, not even Christian!
Summary- What if Satine never died? What if she chose the Duke over love? What if Christian never went to the Moulin Rouge on opening night? What if all this happened, and then one magic day 12 years later our two favorite star-crossed lovers had a chance meeting?
Note- This chapter kind of like the first confrontation Rick and Ilsa had in Casablanca. That was the feel I was going for. Hope you like it!
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"Why...Hello...Christian..." Satine managed to squeak out as she turned to face him. The man who faced her now was not the Christian of 12 years ago. They may have looked the same, but the man she had fallen in love with was vibrant and loving...unjaded by the world around him. This man she saw now was worn and miserable...living in a world of bitterness and hurt.
"I killed him...I shattered his whole world..." Satine thought to herself. She wanted to leave, she couldn't take seeing him like this.
"I suppose I should go now..." she muttered trying to avoid his intense stare.
"No...stay awhile...we have so much we need to talk about," he spat drunken in a tone so full of bitterness and hate it made her blood run cold.
"Very well then..." she said taking a seat in a nearby chair. She was trapped. She couldn't hide...she couldn't leave. She had to face him, face the past.
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"I hate her...I love her...I hate her...I love her..." those words ran through Christian's head as he watched Satine fidget uncomfortably in her chair. He didn't know what to feel about her.
That whole night he had watched over her, loving her from a far. He had ached to hold her again...longing once more for the love they had shared. But than seeing her trying to leave him once more...running back to the Duke...it filled him with such rage...such agony, it made him want to hurt her.
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"Christian...I...I..." she began to stutter out but than Christian quickly cut her off.
"You know Satine your voice hasn't changed. Not one bit. In fact I can still hear it running through my head saying 'Christian I love you. Christian I don't want to pretend anymore. Christian all we need is each other..." he mocked in a spiteful tone.
"Please..."
"Did you ever count the days we were together, love?" He was hurting her and he knew it. He was making her feel all the pain he had felt for 12 years. And he was glad.
"No." Satine weakly stated as she felt the guilty rack her more and more.
"Well, I did. I counted ever day we were together. Every kiss every glance. I suppose I did because it meant something to me. But somehow I remember the last time I saw you the best. The 'Big Finish.' You know were you left me for your beloved Duke. The part in the show where you left me there...with a funny look on my face cause I just got my heart kicked out. You remember that right?" Christian's voice tracked and her turned away from her. He couldn't let her see the tears in his eyes. He couldn't watch her leave him again.
"Good-bye Christian...I love you…" Satine whispered as hot tears began to sting her face. His rage, his pain, she couldn't take it anymore. So she scrambled as fast as could to the door and left a broken man sobbing in her wake.
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A/N- I almost cried writing that! I felt horrible once I read it. But I had to do it, so don't flame me! I hope you guys liked the whole "Casablanca feel" I had in it. I wanted to make Christian just like Rick for this: broken-hearted, bitter, and yet still hopelessly in love with a woman who tore his heart out. I hope I did a good job with it!
Hope you guys liked it! Please review and help me think of a title!
By: Brown-Eyes
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters, not even Christian!
Summary- What if Satine never died? What if she chose the Duke over love? What if Christian never went to the Moulin Rouge on opening night? What if all this happened, and then one magic day 12 years later our two favorite star-crossed lovers had a chance meeting?
Note- This chapter kind of like the first confrontation Rick and Ilsa had in Casablanca. That was the feel I was going for. Hope you like it!
*~*~*~*~*
"Why...Hello...Christian..." Satine managed to squeak out as she turned to face him. The man who faced her now was not the Christian of 12 years ago. They may have looked the same, but the man she had fallen in love with was vibrant and loving...unjaded by the world around him. This man she saw now was worn and miserable...living in a world of bitterness and hurt.
"I killed him...I shattered his whole world..." Satine thought to herself. She wanted to leave, she couldn't take seeing him like this.
"I suppose I should go now..." she muttered trying to avoid his intense stare.
"No...stay awhile...we have so much we need to talk about," he spat drunken in a tone so full of bitterness and hate it made her blood run cold.
"Very well then..." she said taking a seat in a nearby chair. She was trapped. She couldn't hide...she couldn't leave. She had to face him, face the past.
*~*~*~*~*
"I hate her...I love her...I hate her...I love her..." those words ran through Christian's head as he watched Satine fidget uncomfortably in her chair. He didn't know what to feel about her.
That whole night he had watched over her, loving her from a far. He had ached to hold her again...longing once more for the love they had shared. But than seeing her trying to leave him once more...running back to the Duke...it filled him with such rage...such agony, it made him want to hurt her.
*~*~*~*~*
"Christian...I...I..." she began to stutter out but than Christian quickly cut her off.
"You know Satine your voice hasn't changed. Not one bit. In fact I can still hear it running through my head saying 'Christian I love you. Christian I don't want to pretend anymore. Christian all we need is each other..." he mocked in a spiteful tone.
"Please..."
"Did you ever count the days we were together, love?" He was hurting her and he knew it. He was making her feel all the pain he had felt for 12 years. And he was glad.
"No." Satine weakly stated as she felt the guilty rack her more and more.
"Well, I did. I counted ever day we were together. Every kiss every glance. I suppose I did because it meant something to me. But somehow I remember the last time I saw you the best. The 'Big Finish.' You know were you left me for your beloved Duke. The part in the show where you left me there...with a funny look on my face cause I just got my heart kicked out. You remember that right?" Christian's voice tracked and her turned away from her. He couldn't let her see the tears in his eyes. He couldn't watch her leave him again.
"Good-bye Christian...I love you…" Satine whispered as hot tears began to sting her face. His rage, his pain, she couldn't take it anymore. So she scrambled as fast as could to the door and left a broken man sobbing in her wake.
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A/N- I almost cried writing that! I felt horrible once I read it. But I had to do it, so don't flame me! I hope you guys liked the whole "Casablanca feel" I had in it. I wanted to make Christian just like Rick for this: broken-hearted, bitter, and yet still hopelessly in love with a woman who tore his heart out. I hope I did a good job with it!
Hope you guys liked it! Please review and help me think of a title!