"Satine!" I yelled with all my being. "Satine!"
No, this is not how it ends. There's something. There's SOMETHING. You don't just fall in love, give your heart away, and say you never meant it.
I collapse onto the rain-slick steps of the Rouge and bury my head in my hands. "Come… what… may…" I sing quietly. It was all that kept me going some days, those three simple words.
There's something the matter. She thinks she can't tell me, but she CAN.
"Satine…" I lift my head toward the windmill, and I wonder how it can still be turning. I look around me at the people I never saw a few moments ago and wonder how can they be living. How can time go on when my heart is frozen, on fire, not with me anymore.
I slowly rise from the stairs are go toward the door, but the duke's henchman, Warner, is standing there.
"Move," I whisper, walking straight into him.
Warner crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the door into the club. "Boss said not to let you come into here anymore."
I shake my head. "No… move."
He slowly shakes his head. "No. Move!" he roars.
If I was only a few inches taller, had a few pounds more muscle, and maybe shaved my head I could be able to take him. So instead of using my fists, I use my words. "I have to… I have to talk to her."
"Boss said…"
"I don't give a damn!" I yell, punching the wall. "Get the hell out of the way."
Warner slides his tongue to poke his cheek and makes a smacking noise.
"Didn't you hear me?! Get the fu-"
His fist flies into my jaw and I fall back to the door, gripping the doorknob to help from not falling down, but it twists and I spill out of the Rouge.
I take a deep breath, the pain throbbing, and suddenly a foot is on my leg, and the next moment I realize I'm lying on the rain soaked ground.
My whole body hurts, but most of all the space in my chest where my living heart used to be. Damn it all…
"Satine," I whisper, lying my head on the ground.
Lord, let me wake up. Let this be all a dream – a nightmare.
The rain is so cold…
Lord, let me die. Let it all end.
Satine… Come what may? What happened to the promise?
I was just putting my make up on in my room in the Elephant when-
"Satine! Satine!"
I dropped my box of powder and my hand flew to my mouth, the tears that I had thought were dried up flowing freely again.
"Christian… please don't," I whisper to him, hoping he could somehow hear me. "Just go… please. He'll kill you if you stay…"
I walk to the heart-shaped window, and I see the sitar player… my sitar player… being dragged down the steps and thrown in the streets. Carriages and people go past, not even looking at him.
"Christian… just leave. Please… just leave." I look toward the sky, still pouring with the steady rhythm of my heart. "Please God… keep him safe."
I stare after Christian, my last look of him. After tonight, everything will change. I will…
Die. Tonight.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Moulin Rouge, not even Christian. ::sigh::
Author's Note: Man, I'm just shooting this stuff out… Ok, I'm just making this stuff short now. I will get to the real deal soon! You'll have to tune in later to find out… dun dun dun… what happens next on 'Come What May?' Hey, and vote for MR at the MTV movie awards! For Best Female Performance, Musical Sequence, and Best Kiss http://www.mtv.com/onair/movieawards/ma02/vote/bestfemale.jhtml. I'm so pissed Ewan was not nominated for Best Actor! I think he did SOOOO much better than everyone else nominated for best actor!
SONGS USED:
I just mentioned Come What May. Everyone MR fan knows it and it's written by David Baerwald
No, this is not how it ends. There's something. There's SOMETHING. You don't just fall in love, give your heart away, and say you never meant it.
I collapse onto the rain-slick steps of the Rouge and bury my head in my hands. "Come… what… may…" I sing quietly. It was all that kept me going some days, those three simple words.
There's something the matter. She thinks she can't tell me, but she CAN.
"Satine…" I lift my head toward the windmill, and I wonder how it can still be turning. I look around me at the people I never saw a few moments ago and wonder how can they be living. How can time go on when my heart is frozen, on fire, not with me anymore.
I slowly rise from the stairs are go toward the door, but the duke's henchman, Warner, is standing there.
"Move," I whisper, walking straight into him.
Warner crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the door into the club. "Boss said not to let you come into here anymore."
I shake my head. "No… move."
He slowly shakes his head. "No. Move!" he roars.
If I was only a few inches taller, had a few pounds more muscle, and maybe shaved my head I could be able to take him. So instead of using my fists, I use my words. "I have to… I have to talk to her."
"Boss said…"
"I don't give a damn!" I yell, punching the wall. "Get the hell out of the way."
Warner slides his tongue to poke his cheek and makes a smacking noise.
"Didn't you hear me?! Get the fu-"
His fist flies into my jaw and I fall back to the door, gripping the doorknob to help from not falling down, but it twists and I spill out of the Rouge.
I take a deep breath, the pain throbbing, and suddenly a foot is on my leg, and the next moment I realize I'm lying on the rain soaked ground.
My whole body hurts, but most of all the space in my chest where my living heart used to be. Damn it all…
"Satine," I whisper, lying my head on the ground.
Lord, let me wake up. Let this be all a dream – a nightmare.
The rain is so cold…
Lord, let me die. Let it all end.
Satine… Come what may? What happened to the promise?
I was just putting my make up on in my room in the Elephant when-
"Satine! Satine!"
I dropped my box of powder and my hand flew to my mouth, the tears that I had thought were dried up flowing freely again.
"Christian… please don't," I whisper to him, hoping he could somehow hear me. "Just go… please. He'll kill you if you stay…"
I walk to the heart-shaped window, and I see the sitar player… my sitar player… being dragged down the steps and thrown in the streets. Carriages and people go past, not even looking at him.
"Christian… just leave. Please… just leave." I look toward the sky, still pouring with the steady rhythm of my heart. "Please God… keep him safe."
I stare after Christian, my last look of him. After tonight, everything will change. I will…
Die. Tonight.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Moulin Rouge, not even Christian. ::sigh::
Author's Note: Man, I'm just shooting this stuff out… Ok, I'm just making this stuff short now. I will get to the real deal soon! You'll have to tune in later to find out… dun dun dun… what happens next on 'Come What May?' Hey, and vote for MR at the MTV movie awards! For Best Female Performance, Musical Sequence, and Best Kiss http://www.mtv.com/onair/movieawards/ma02/vote/bestfemale.jhtml. I'm so pissed Ewan was not nominated for Best Actor! I think he did SOOOO much better than everyone else nominated for best actor!
SONGS USED:
I just mentioned Come What May. Everyone MR fan knows it and it's written by David Baerwald