The days slowly melded into weeks. I was assigned cannon watch, which left me my afternoons and evenings to walk about the too-familiar streets, searching for someone that I'd known. Once I saw one of the courtesans walking along the sidewalk, but she was with a customer and I didn't disturb her. Several times I thought I saw Satine, but each time when I looked again it wasn't her.
The songs continued to come, and with more and more frequency. I could often be seen walking down the street in my uniform, carrying my dinner in a sack, and humming the melody of some new song or another. On one day in particular, I was singing out loud, sitting on a bench in a park near Monmartyre. The people passed by, mostly ignoring me. I figured that with the Beautiful Period just losing it's grasp, lots of people must have sung on that bench in the fifteen years since I'd sat in it.
"There are times when I look above and beyond. There are times when I feel your love around me baby. I'll never forget my baby." I sang quietly to her spector in my mind. "I'll never forget you." I murmured, and brokw into full song. "There are times when I look above and beyond. There are times when I feel your love around me baby. I'll never forget my baby.
"When I feel that I don't belong, draw my strength, from the words when you said 'Hey it's about you baby.' Look deeper inside you baby." I sang out now, still not drawing any strange looks from the few travelers that passed me. "Dream about us together again. What I want us together again baby. I know we'll be together again cuz, everywhere I go, every smile I see, I know you are there smilin back at me. Dancin in moonlight I know you are free cuz I can see your star shinin' down on me." My love was free, certainly. But I couldn't be happy for her. It would've been admitting I loved her. "Always been a true angel to me now above, I can't wait for you to wrap your wings around me baby. Oooh wrap them around me baby. Sometimes hear you whisperin 'no more pain, no worries will you ever see now baby' I'm so happy for my baby." Or perhaps I could.
Thinking to myself about all the things I'd said to Satine, I didn't hear the familiar footsteps treading behind me. Quite suddenly, however, a hand was layed on my shoulder and a voice said "Christian?" quietly. I turned to look into the bright blue eyes of a familar redhead.
The songs continued to come, and with more and more frequency. I could often be seen walking down the street in my uniform, carrying my dinner in a sack, and humming the melody of some new song or another. On one day in particular, I was singing out loud, sitting on a bench in a park near Monmartyre. The people passed by, mostly ignoring me. I figured that with the Beautiful Period just losing it's grasp, lots of people must have sung on that bench in the fifteen years since I'd sat in it.
"There are times when I look above and beyond. There are times when I feel your love around me baby. I'll never forget my baby." I sang quietly to her spector in my mind. "I'll never forget you." I murmured, and brokw into full song. "There are times when I look above and beyond. There are times when I feel your love around me baby. I'll never forget my baby.
"When I feel that I don't belong, draw my strength, from the words when you said 'Hey it's about you baby.' Look deeper inside you baby." I sang out now, still not drawing any strange looks from the few travelers that passed me. "Dream about us together again. What I want us together again baby. I know we'll be together again cuz, everywhere I go, every smile I see, I know you are there smilin back at me. Dancin in moonlight I know you are free cuz I can see your star shinin' down on me." My love was free, certainly. But I couldn't be happy for her. It would've been admitting I loved her. "Always been a true angel to me now above, I can't wait for you to wrap your wings around me baby. Oooh wrap them around me baby. Sometimes hear you whisperin 'no more pain, no worries will you ever see now baby' I'm so happy for my baby." Or perhaps I could.
Thinking to myself about all the things I'd said to Satine, I didn't hear the familiar footsteps treading behind me. Quite suddenly, however, a hand was layed on my shoulder and a voice said "Christian?" quietly. I turned to look into the bright blue eyes of a familar redhead.