Satine took a small sip of her absinthe and set her parasol and purse on
the table. Christian sat across from her, staring with a star-struck look
in his eyes. She looked absolutely beautiful to him, and her eyes sparkled
like diamonds. He could see hints of her red roots peaking under her hat,
and that added to her charm. Christian closed his eyes and sipped his
drink, remembering how she looked the first time he had seen her, suspended
in the air and singing.
"Christian? Christian! Are you okay?" Satine asked, bringing Christian back into the world. With tears building in his eyes, Christian looked into Satine's eyes. "Why'd you leave me like that? I thought you were dead, and I mourned you for months! I was ready to die, I missed you so much!" Christian practially yelled, tears streaming down his face.
Satine grabbed a lace hankie out of her purse and dabbed Christian's face with it before speaking. "I had no choice but to go away! Nini and her friends were beginning to badger me about it, and I knew that I had to escape before anything happened. If my plan had failed, I would have had to marry the Duke or spend the rest of my life at the Moulin Rouge!"
Christian shook his head, "So what have you been doing since then? You look like you're fine on your own now."
Satine took another sip of her absinthe and sat back in the chair before telling her story,
"After Marie took me off the stage when I was 'dead', I changed my clothes and grabbed some suitcases that I had packed weeks before. Marie and I quickly ran to her apartment a few blocks away from the theatre. I cried for weeks after that, because I wanted so much to let you know that I was safe, but I risked letting Zidler and the Duke finding me. As you know, the Moulin Rouge soon went out of business, and I knew that I was safe to start a new life. I dyed my hair black, sold some of my things, and moved to a small flat next to the Eiffel Tower. Before I knew it, I had acting jobs lined up at the theatre in town there and people knew me as Honora Blanc, the delicate Parisian flower."
Christian sat back in his chair, mentally figuring out what Satine was saying as she continued.
"The entire time that I was in Paris, I dreamed of when we would be together again. It was the only thing that kept me alive when the shows were over and the parties had ended. I knew that you still loved me, and I hope that you can forgive me."
"I don't know Satine, my life ended when you went away. I was ready to spend the rest of my life in my room, thinking about you." Christian said, looked down.
"Christian, you must let go. I'm ready to start a new life, and I need you in it." Satine whispered as she grasped Christian's hand, "Please forgive me."
Christian put his hand over Satine's and they met in a passionate kiss. The world spun around them, and the only thing they could see was each other. When their lips parted, Christian smiled at Satine.
"What's the plan?" he said with a twinkle in his eye. "We can't discuss it here, let's go somewhere else." Satine said, placing a few francs on the table and standing up. Christian held out his arm for her as she grabbed her purse and opened her parasol. She put her arm through his and the two headed for his apartment.
"Christian? Christian! Are you okay?" Satine asked, bringing Christian back into the world. With tears building in his eyes, Christian looked into Satine's eyes. "Why'd you leave me like that? I thought you were dead, and I mourned you for months! I was ready to die, I missed you so much!" Christian practially yelled, tears streaming down his face.
Satine grabbed a lace hankie out of her purse and dabbed Christian's face with it before speaking. "I had no choice but to go away! Nini and her friends were beginning to badger me about it, and I knew that I had to escape before anything happened. If my plan had failed, I would have had to marry the Duke or spend the rest of my life at the Moulin Rouge!"
Christian shook his head, "So what have you been doing since then? You look like you're fine on your own now."
Satine took another sip of her absinthe and sat back in the chair before telling her story,
"After Marie took me off the stage when I was 'dead', I changed my clothes and grabbed some suitcases that I had packed weeks before. Marie and I quickly ran to her apartment a few blocks away from the theatre. I cried for weeks after that, because I wanted so much to let you know that I was safe, but I risked letting Zidler and the Duke finding me. As you know, the Moulin Rouge soon went out of business, and I knew that I was safe to start a new life. I dyed my hair black, sold some of my things, and moved to a small flat next to the Eiffel Tower. Before I knew it, I had acting jobs lined up at the theatre in town there and people knew me as Honora Blanc, the delicate Parisian flower."
Christian sat back in his chair, mentally figuring out what Satine was saying as she continued.
"The entire time that I was in Paris, I dreamed of when we would be together again. It was the only thing that kept me alive when the shows were over and the parties had ended. I knew that you still loved me, and I hope that you can forgive me."
"I don't know Satine, my life ended when you went away. I was ready to spend the rest of my life in my room, thinking about you." Christian said, looked down.
"Christian, you must let go. I'm ready to start a new life, and I need you in it." Satine whispered as she grasped Christian's hand, "Please forgive me."
Christian put his hand over Satine's and they met in a passionate kiss. The world spun around them, and the only thing they could see was each other. When their lips parted, Christian smiled at Satine.
"What's the plan?" he said with a twinkle in his eye. "We can't discuss it here, let's go somewhere else." Satine said, placing a few francs on the table and standing up. Christian held out his arm for her as she grabbed her purse and opened her parasol. She put her arm through his and the two headed for his apartment.