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Author's Notes: This takes place a little bit after Satine sings 'One Day I'll Fly Away'. I'm sorry there's no 'Elephant Love Song' in this story. If this story is the same or a lot alike somebody else's story it was unintentionally done!
Summary: What if Satine left the Moulin Rouge before she and Christian became too attached. Then five years later she returns to the Moulin Rouge. Also Satine isn't sick! What about the Duke? What about Christian? Where did she go? Why don't you read and find out?
Chapter 2:Home Is Where the Heart Is
~*~*~* 5 YEARS LATER*~*~*~
Satine smiled, placing the letter down on the table. 'Oh Marie, how I miss you,' she thought.
Earlier, she'd received a letter from her friend Marie, practically begging her to come back for a visit. Things had changed though over the past five years, to say the least. Satine had moved to London shortly after the death of her 'Great Aunt Eliza'. Her aunt had died five years earlier of consumption (dun dun dun) leaving Satine a large house, and more than enough money to live on. She had moved up in station; no longer was she the scum of the earth. She was wealthy, well known, respected, and miserable all in one.
Sure, she was living the high life, but what fun was money when you don't have anybody to spend it on? She had her own click of friends she'd met when she was accepted into 'upper class'. But, they were all false. Only interested in 'What's the latest fashion?', 'When does the fall line-up come out?', and mostly 'How much is he worth?' The only dream worth achieving to them, was a gold and diamond band. She shook herself out of those thoughts and turned her attention back to the letter.
Dear Satine,
I write this letter in good faith that you are well. I haven't kept up much with my corespondents lately, so please forgive me. Oh Satine, how little Lucie runs me rough! She's a doll though.
Satine laughed lightly. Lucie was Harold and Marie's 'granddaughter'. Shortly after Harold and Marie married three years earlier, they adopted Lucie. Who at the time was four. Satine had never actually met Lucie, but she had enough pictures of her to fill a scrapbook. 'I desperately want to meet her,'she sighed. She continued with her letter.
Satine, please don't be upset with me for what I'm about to say. Don't you think you've spent enough time away from the Moulin Rouge? Everybody misses you terribly. Especially Lucie, and she's never met you! It would do you a world of good to come for a visit. See how the old place is, relax, and get reacquainted with everyone. Please come back for a visit soon Satine.
Love Always,
Marie, Harold, and Lucie
She folded the letter up and stuffed it back into the envelope. 'Could I return to the Moulin Rouge? Is it time? How much time is needed? I do miss Marie, Harold, and I'm dying to meet little Lucie' she debated with herself. 'You chickened out last time. This time you're going through with it,' she chided herself for not going to Marie and Harold's wedding or Lucie's baptism.
She quickly pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, and started her own letter.
My Dearest Marie,
I was glad to receive your letter. It has been a while. I know your probably reading this in much anticipation. After much deliberation I have come to my final decision. I'm coming home.
Home? Yes, home. The Moulin Rouge was the only place that had ever felt like home to Satine. It's were she was accepted and loved during the lowest times of her life. Yes, she was definitely doing the thing by going back.
You may expect my arrival in two weeks time. Don't send for a carriage upon my arrival. I want to revel in Paris when I arrive. Expect me there by four o'clock in the afternoon.
Much Love,
Satine
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