*Please note* that I DO NOT own the Moulin Rouge or the Characters from the
film. HAPPY READING!
CHAPTER 2
Inevitable
"So what do you want to do here?" Christian asked as the two sat looking out the window.
Not even taking her eyes of the sky she answered, "I don't know." The wind blew and she closed her eyes. She had a gray blanket wrapped around her to keep her warm. Christian just wore a dark gray sweater on top of his blue shirt.
"You don't know?" He walked over to the window and sat down next to her, looking at her profile. "You came to Paris and you don't know what you want to do?"
"Nope." She looked over at him. "Well, Obviously I am scared. I've always been that little girl who was always taken care of. I don't know what I am doing."
"What do you like to do?"
"I don't know." She said with a laugh looking down and then back over the city.
Christian smiled. "What do you mean you don't know?" She paused trying to get her to look at him. She didn't but he continued anyway in a more serious tone. "You sing."
"Yes."
"You write."
She whipped her head around and looked at him confused, "How did you know." She paused, realizing what she had done. "Yes." She blushed. "It's a hobby."
"A hobby? You make poetry off the top of your head."
"I sing what I feel. The words they-they just come out."
"Well then why don't you use your talents to make a living here." She looked at him confused. "It's worth a try. What have you got to loose?"
"I-I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because, it's not proper."
"Oh come on! You are on your own now."
"I don't know."
"Your not scared are you?"
"I'm very scared." She looked at him, her eyes pleading. "Back home there was a plan. I grew up with that plan and in the blink of an eye that changed and before I know it I am living on my own. I don't know what to do."
"Great."
"What?"
"You are starting over. You only live once." He must still have the Absinthe in his system. He was acting much more compassionate. "Live while you can."
She studied him for a moment. "okay." She gave in. "Okay, but we are going to work together like partners."
"It's a deal. I have to get my life on track anyway."
They spent the next few days in Christian's room. They were brain storming ideas for the perfect story and Christian, being a faster typer, typed it all down as Diana said allowed. "And as she walked through the valley of shadows." she paused looking around the room. "She feared only one thing." Christian looked over at her wondering what she would say.
"Love." Christian said.
"Love?"
"Love. She was feared love."
"She feared love," Diana repeated. "Because love would destroy her. Love would make her weak."
Christian wrote it all down.
Time continued to pass. Diana jumped on his bed "And he shouts 'If you could trust with your heart one more time you will see a sweet angel conceived!'"
Christian typed it quickly. When he finished she stopped and looked at her. She was still standing on the bed with a smile on her face. "I think we should call it quits for the night."
"But we are just getting started."
"Later." He smiled walking over to her. "We can finish it later." He sat down on the bed and she sat next to him.
"This is coming along great." She said.
"It is."
It was silent for a moment. "Christian." She said very seriously. "I have to ask you a question. Don't get mad, please."
He looked at her, concerned. "What is it?"
"What is it like to be in love."
He looked away, thinking of the beautiful Satine that he had lost. He took a deep breath. "Amazing. It's the greatest thing."
"You'll ever learn, I know."
"Have you ever been in love?" He asked her.
"No. Not yet."
He grinned. "You can touch the moonlight. When your heart is shooting stars, you're holding heaven in your arms." He said looking at her. He smiled and then his speaking voice turned into a singing voice. "Have you ever walked on air, ever felt like you were dreaming' when you never thought you could but it really feels that good. Have you ever been so in love. Have you ever been love? You could touch the moonlight." He stood up and walked to the window. "You could touch the moonlight. When your heart is shooting stars you're holding heaven in your arms." He turned and looked at her. "Have you ever been in love?" He walked over to her slowly. "The time I spent waiting for someone that was heaven sent. When you find it don't let go."
"I know." She whispered standing up.
He continued to sing and walked around her. "Have you ever said a prayer And found that it was answered. Some place you aint leaving. Somewhere you're gonna stay. When you finally found the meaning. Have you ever felt this way? The time I spent waiting for something that was heaven sent. When you find it," He took her hand. "Don't let go." He looked deep into her eyes.
"I know." She said.
"You can touch the moonlight. You can even reach the stars. Doesn't matter near or far! Have you ever been in love? Have you ever been in love? So in love." He finished.
Her eyes were locked on his. His perfect eyes. His perfect smile. He was a different person then she first met when she got into the city. She knew what she was getting into and she knew she couldn't. "I have never been in love." She said. "but that is everything I imagined it would be." It was silent
"You better um.you better get some rest." He said to her turning away.
"Tomorrow. We can work on it tomorrow?"
"Of course." he smiled.
"You have an amazing talent Christian. I can't believe you gave it up."
"Well I'm back now for a while."
She grabbed her jacket and walked out the door. When she walked back into her home and through the jacket on the bed. "Hopeless." She said walking over and leaning on the bed post looking out her closed window. Go to the Moulin Rouge! Go to where love fills the air and maybe I could feel protected. Her voice echoed in her head.
"I have wandered far and wide for something real, something to die for but I have found you and you do not see all that is me. All that is true." She sang. "I am more than you will see, I am more than you will need. I am more than you will see, more than wanted." She walked over to her window. "As you float the flimsy surface you should know life lies beneath it. Don't pretend you feel what I feel for you. Live illusion and I am real. I am more than you will see, I am more than you will need. I am more than you will see, more than wanted." She opened her tall glass windows. "I know, I know you like the way you feel when I play. I know, I know you don't really hear what I say. I know, I know you are waiting for something to raid. I know, I know you wish you could be more than you say. I have wandered far and wide for something to die for but I have found you and you do not see all that is me all that is true and I am more than you will see. I am more than you will need. I am more than you will see, I am more than wanted." She finished taking one last look of the city before walking back into her room to go to bed.
Meanwhile, Christian sat at his window. He heard her singing. She was beautiful but how could he betray Satine like that? He couldn't fall in love again but there was something about this girl that he wanted to protect. "How wonderful life is, now you're in the world." He spoke quietly. He thought for a moment and his eyes widened. He got an idea of a lifetime.
Sometime in the early hours of the morning Diana eye fluttered open. Her body was covered in sweat and the room seemed to be spinning. She had a pounding head ache on top of that. She tried to lift up her head put the pain was unbearable. She took deep breaths to try to come herself down. "What is wrong.?" She asked herself. She opened her eyes again and lookout her window and say that sun was just starting to raise and it was still dark outside. She took a deep breath and slowly got up and the room continued to spin. She put her hand to her forehead. She stumbled out of bed walked over to a mirror. She was able to freshen up. She put on a very light dress that could be mistaken as a light gown. It was like pink in color with cream lace around her stomach area and right below her chest. She had to be as comfortable as possible. She took an older wool jacket and put it on. It was about two sizes to big for her but she didn't care. It belonged to her father. She could smell the tobacco. She put her hair up with curls just falling everywhere. She looked and the mirror and her head felt like it was going to explode. She couldn't believe how horrible she felt. Her body felt like jello.
Diana walked out of her room and locked the door behind her. Feeling her legs were about to give out she slowly slide to the ground and put her face in her hands. She heard a door open and close and she forced herself to slowly look up. There stood Christian with papers and a briefcase in his hands.
"Well look whose up." He said walking over to her. He let out a laugh.
"What's so funny?" She asked, a little aggravated.
"Suffering from the Absinthe Hangover huh?"
"Is that what it is?" She said with sarcasm.
"Come on, the coffee shop should be open by now. They sell a drink that will hit the spot." He put his hand out for her to take. She looked at his hand for a moment and then took it. Christian helped her up and she stumbled a few times as they walked down the stairs. Christian tried to hold in his laughter. It felt like eternity but they got there. Diana sat on a chair outside and she was able to see the sun slowly rising. In a short amount of time Christian came out with a glass of thick red drink. Diana looked at it uneasily. "What is this?" She asked.
"Don't ask, just drink it."
"You're not trying to kill me are you?" She said grabbing the glass and picking it up. It felt like it weighed a ton.
"Just drink it and you will be fine."
She looked at it and said, "It can't get any worse than this." She closed her eyes and drank it as quickly as she could. When she was finished she looked at him in a horrified face. "That has to be the most disgusting thing I have ever had!"
Christian laughed. "Welcome to Paris."
"Why Absinthe.?"
"Hey, you wanted it."
"You should have said no when I asked you."
"The first couple times this will happen but then your body will get used to it.hopefully."
"Look, if I ever ask to have some of that again, say no."
"Yes ma'am."
She leaned back in her chair and a waitress brought out two coffees. "I got you a coffee."
"How sweet of you." She said without looking at him.
"Hey, don't be mad at me."
"I'm not made at you. I just have a head ache and I feel horrible."
"Give that drink a couple minutes to get through your blood stream and before you know it you will feel fine."
About ten minutes later Diana was getting back to her normal self. She was feeling better and she slowly drank her coffee. Christian, in the meantime was reading the newspaper. Her eyes then traveled to the papers on the table and then his briefcase. "So what are all the papers for?" She asked.
He looked up from his reading, looked at her, then at the papers. "I got an idea last night and I.I thought we could start today but you really need to rest today."
"I though you said I would feel better."
"You will feel better but today you should take it easy. Your body is still going to be weak."
"Great."
Christian laughed. "There is a playhouse here for children. I thought that maybe, to get started, you can sing for kids. You will get paid good money."
"Oh." Diana said, taking in what he had said. "Sure. Sounds great."
"It's no Moulin Rouge but it's a start." He said.
"Understandable."
They sat there talking for a while longer until Christian suggested that they would head home. The two walked back to there home arm in arm. Christian didn't want her to loose her balance and then fall. Rather than going into his room, Christian took Diana into her room.
"Sorry the place is such a mess. I want to make I look a little better but, I don't have the time nor the money."
"It's okay. It is better than my place."
Diana gave out a small laugh. She sat on the bed. Her body still felt a little heavy. "So tell me Christian, what do you do here?"
"Excuse me?" He asked walking over to her.
"What do you do day in and day out?"
"I sit in my room, and I write. That's basically it."
"I write too."
"Do you have any?"
"Of course." She got up and went to her dresser and grabbed a box and walked over to Christian and sat, again, on the bed. "This is most of my writing in the past three months. You will find everything from prayer to blessings."
Christian slowly opened it.
"You can read them. Why write and not share with the world. Selfish, isn't it?"
Christian opened the box and took out a piece of paper and began to read it. He then looked at the other and the other. "These-These are very-very good." He said looking through them. "You have such amazing talent."
Diana blushed. "Thank you."
Christian held one in his hands and read it several times. "When-When did you write this one?" He asked.
"Which one is it?"
"Um.it doesn't have a title. It says 'In my dreams it's you I see But when I wake up I must face reality. An angel is what you always were to me but now and Angel is what you will forever be. Outside the cold freezes my tears, The wind blows in my face and I can feel you near. My heart is filled with memories of you, The things I heard you say. The things I saw you do. No matter what road life leads me to I will always remember you. You will be in my heart forever until I am with you, When angels close my eyes.'" He paused, still looking at it and turned to her.
"I wrote that one day back home. I don't know what made me write it, it just came to me."
"It has meaning now."
"I guess it does." She said quietly looking over his shoulder and he flipped through the papers. After a while they had stopped. Christian then brought his typewriter into her room and the two continued to write. After reading her writings, poetry and short stories, they both got inspiration. They whole day they wrote, bouncing ideas off one another. Diana watched him as he typed. He was so handsome. His hair fell into his face but he never bothered to push it aside. She felt safe when she was around him, even when he was cold. She felt protected knowing that he was right across the hall. She studied him, almost in a daze.
"Now what?" He asked her taking her out of her daydream.
"Wha-Oh. Yes." She looked around the room thinking of what could come next. "I never saw the starlight." She said. Christian looked at her. "I missed the first blush of spring. I was too much asleep. I feared the land mines I'd planted so long ago. My feet couldn't safely touch the ground." Christians body got tense then he felt relaxed as he listened. "I was an autumn leaf, drifting endlessly, stilled only by the heavy weight of winter. I was too much asleep." She continued. Her eyes where looking down and her voice made it sound like it was coming from her heart. "And then you were here and life was no longer what it used to be. And I wonder how one face could wake me." She looked up at him and a smile crept across her face. "How one melting point could be my hearts reveille. How could one voice out of many move my weary soul, and take what was broken and make it whole? Yet you did; yes you did, wake me." She finished. Christian nervously looked at her and back at his typewriter. He gulped and took a deep breath to calm his nerves.
"Perfect." He said before typing.
That night Diana was feeling much better then before. She felt like a whole new person. She grabbed her jacket to go outside. She hated staying locked up in that room. She walked down the stairs and saw three little kids. They were dressed in old dirty close, they were obviously living on the streets. She stopped and looked at them and they look at her. There were two boys and a girl no older then eight. The girl and one of the boys looked about six and the oldest looked around eight. The little boy slowly walked up to her and held out his hand. He said not a word and not did she. She looked at his little mud covered hand and then to the two other children. They looked shy and scared.
"Money?" She asked. The little boy in front of her nodded his head. She smiled. She held out a hand and said "Come with me." The little boy took her hand and she walked away from the building. The two other kids followed. She let out her other hand for the little girl. Diana let them to a small store. "You wait right here okay?" She said to them. They nodded their heads. She ran in and came out with bread, apples, water, and a piece of candy for each. "Here you go." She said handing the bag to them. They looked in and there eyes widened and they grinned. It was like they have never seen so much food before in their lives.
"Thank you ma'am." The little girl said.
"Diana. You can call me Diana."
"Thank you Diana." The little girl said. "I am Katie, this is Kris," She said pointing to the eldest. "And this is Tommy."
"Hello." She said smiling at each of them. "Now if you three need anything you know where I live okay?" They nodded their heads. "Okay. I have to head home and get some rest. You guys run along." She said. The kids turned and ran with their food to go eat it. Diana smiled and turned and walked away. She went back to her home and climbed the flight of stairs. She got in her room and saw that Christian's typewriter was still there. She picked it up and walked across the hall. She knocked on the door and Christian opened it, whipping his hand on a white cloth.
"Oh hello."
"You left this in my room, I thought I might return it. Incase, of course, you get inspiration this evening."
Christian threw the cloth to the side and took it from her. "Feeling better?" He asked turning around. Diana followed him into the room.
"Much actually."
"Well that's good."
"your checks are flushed, are you okay?" He asked.
"I'm fine, I was just outside." She said with sadness in her voice. Christian looked over at her after putting the type writer back on his table. "Are there always little children roaming the streets?"
"Sadly, yes."
"They have no homes?" Diana questioned.
"Yes." He said.
"How many?"
"I don't know."
Diana sighed. "I never knew of the homeless until I came here."
"You came from a wealthy upbringing huh?"
"Wealthy and extremely sheltered."
"We live in a cruel world with poverty, sin, hate, crime."
"I just never knew that kids wondered the streets, homeless and alone."
"There's nothing we can do about it. Just if you see them, buy them food if you have the money."
"I bought them food. Bread, apples, water and a piece of candy for each."
"How many?"
"Three."
Christian nodded his head. He looked over at her and smiled and rubbed her arm. "You need some rest," He stated. "Go to your room, go to bed, and sleep. You had a rough day."
She meekly smiled, turned and left Christian. Surprisingly, she fell asleep moments after her hit the pillow.
Have you Ever Been in Love-Celine Dion
Wanted-Vanessa Carlton
CHAPTER 2
Inevitable
"So what do you want to do here?" Christian asked as the two sat looking out the window.
Not even taking her eyes of the sky she answered, "I don't know." The wind blew and she closed her eyes. She had a gray blanket wrapped around her to keep her warm. Christian just wore a dark gray sweater on top of his blue shirt.
"You don't know?" He walked over to the window and sat down next to her, looking at her profile. "You came to Paris and you don't know what you want to do?"
"Nope." She looked over at him. "Well, Obviously I am scared. I've always been that little girl who was always taken care of. I don't know what I am doing."
"What do you like to do?"
"I don't know." She said with a laugh looking down and then back over the city.
Christian smiled. "What do you mean you don't know?" She paused trying to get her to look at him. She didn't but he continued anyway in a more serious tone. "You sing."
"Yes."
"You write."
She whipped her head around and looked at him confused, "How did you know." She paused, realizing what she had done. "Yes." She blushed. "It's a hobby."
"A hobby? You make poetry off the top of your head."
"I sing what I feel. The words they-they just come out."
"Well then why don't you use your talents to make a living here." She looked at him confused. "It's worth a try. What have you got to loose?"
"I-I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because, it's not proper."
"Oh come on! You are on your own now."
"I don't know."
"Your not scared are you?"
"I'm very scared." She looked at him, her eyes pleading. "Back home there was a plan. I grew up with that plan and in the blink of an eye that changed and before I know it I am living on my own. I don't know what to do."
"Great."
"What?"
"You are starting over. You only live once." He must still have the Absinthe in his system. He was acting much more compassionate. "Live while you can."
She studied him for a moment. "okay." She gave in. "Okay, but we are going to work together like partners."
"It's a deal. I have to get my life on track anyway."
They spent the next few days in Christian's room. They were brain storming ideas for the perfect story and Christian, being a faster typer, typed it all down as Diana said allowed. "And as she walked through the valley of shadows." she paused looking around the room. "She feared only one thing." Christian looked over at her wondering what she would say.
"Love." Christian said.
"Love?"
"Love. She was feared love."
"She feared love," Diana repeated. "Because love would destroy her. Love would make her weak."
Christian wrote it all down.
Time continued to pass. Diana jumped on his bed "And he shouts 'If you could trust with your heart one more time you will see a sweet angel conceived!'"
Christian typed it quickly. When he finished she stopped and looked at her. She was still standing on the bed with a smile on her face. "I think we should call it quits for the night."
"But we are just getting started."
"Later." He smiled walking over to her. "We can finish it later." He sat down on the bed and she sat next to him.
"This is coming along great." She said.
"It is."
It was silent for a moment. "Christian." She said very seriously. "I have to ask you a question. Don't get mad, please."
He looked at her, concerned. "What is it?"
"What is it like to be in love."
He looked away, thinking of the beautiful Satine that he had lost. He took a deep breath. "Amazing. It's the greatest thing."
"You'll ever learn, I know."
"Have you ever been in love?" He asked her.
"No. Not yet."
He grinned. "You can touch the moonlight. When your heart is shooting stars, you're holding heaven in your arms." He said looking at her. He smiled and then his speaking voice turned into a singing voice. "Have you ever walked on air, ever felt like you were dreaming' when you never thought you could but it really feels that good. Have you ever been so in love. Have you ever been love? You could touch the moonlight." He stood up and walked to the window. "You could touch the moonlight. When your heart is shooting stars you're holding heaven in your arms." He turned and looked at her. "Have you ever been in love?" He walked over to her slowly. "The time I spent waiting for someone that was heaven sent. When you find it don't let go."
"I know." She whispered standing up.
He continued to sing and walked around her. "Have you ever said a prayer And found that it was answered. Some place you aint leaving. Somewhere you're gonna stay. When you finally found the meaning. Have you ever felt this way? The time I spent waiting for something that was heaven sent. When you find it," He took her hand. "Don't let go." He looked deep into her eyes.
"I know." She said.
"You can touch the moonlight. You can even reach the stars. Doesn't matter near or far! Have you ever been in love? Have you ever been in love? So in love." He finished.
Her eyes were locked on his. His perfect eyes. His perfect smile. He was a different person then she first met when she got into the city. She knew what she was getting into and she knew she couldn't. "I have never been in love." She said. "but that is everything I imagined it would be." It was silent
"You better um.you better get some rest." He said to her turning away.
"Tomorrow. We can work on it tomorrow?"
"Of course." he smiled.
"You have an amazing talent Christian. I can't believe you gave it up."
"Well I'm back now for a while."
She grabbed her jacket and walked out the door. When she walked back into her home and through the jacket on the bed. "Hopeless." She said walking over and leaning on the bed post looking out her closed window. Go to the Moulin Rouge! Go to where love fills the air and maybe I could feel protected. Her voice echoed in her head.
"I have wandered far and wide for something real, something to die for but I have found you and you do not see all that is me. All that is true." She sang. "I am more than you will see, I am more than you will need. I am more than you will see, more than wanted." She walked over to her window. "As you float the flimsy surface you should know life lies beneath it. Don't pretend you feel what I feel for you. Live illusion and I am real. I am more than you will see, I am more than you will need. I am more than you will see, more than wanted." She opened her tall glass windows. "I know, I know you like the way you feel when I play. I know, I know you don't really hear what I say. I know, I know you are waiting for something to raid. I know, I know you wish you could be more than you say. I have wandered far and wide for something to die for but I have found you and you do not see all that is me all that is true and I am more than you will see. I am more than you will need. I am more than you will see, I am more than wanted." She finished taking one last look of the city before walking back into her room to go to bed.
Meanwhile, Christian sat at his window. He heard her singing. She was beautiful but how could he betray Satine like that? He couldn't fall in love again but there was something about this girl that he wanted to protect. "How wonderful life is, now you're in the world." He spoke quietly. He thought for a moment and his eyes widened. He got an idea of a lifetime.
Sometime in the early hours of the morning Diana eye fluttered open. Her body was covered in sweat and the room seemed to be spinning. She had a pounding head ache on top of that. She tried to lift up her head put the pain was unbearable. She took deep breaths to try to come herself down. "What is wrong.?" She asked herself. She opened her eyes again and lookout her window and say that sun was just starting to raise and it was still dark outside. She took a deep breath and slowly got up and the room continued to spin. She put her hand to her forehead. She stumbled out of bed walked over to a mirror. She was able to freshen up. She put on a very light dress that could be mistaken as a light gown. It was like pink in color with cream lace around her stomach area and right below her chest. She had to be as comfortable as possible. She took an older wool jacket and put it on. It was about two sizes to big for her but she didn't care. It belonged to her father. She could smell the tobacco. She put her hair up with curls just falling everywhere. She looked and the mirror and her head felt like it was going to explode. She couldn't believe how horrible she felt. Her body felt like jello.
Diana walked out of her room and locked the door behind her. Feeling her legs were about to give out she slowly slide to the ground and put her face in her hands. She heard a door open and close and she forced herself to slowly look up. There stood Christian with papers and a briefcase in his hands.
"Well look whose up." He said walking over to her. He let out a laugh.
"What's so funny?" She asked, a little aggravated.
"Suffering from the Absinthe Hangover huh?"
"Is that what it is?" She said with sarcasm.
"Come on, the coffee shop should be open by now. They sell a drink that will hit the spot." He put his hand out for her to take. She looked at his hand for a moment and then took it. Christian helped her up and she stumbled a few times as they walked down the stairs. Christian tried to hold in his laughter. It felt like eternity but they got there. Diana sat on a chair outside and she was able to see the sun slowly rising. In a short amount of time Christian came out with a glass of thick red drink. Diana looked at it uneasily. "What is this?" She asked.
"Don't ask, just drink it."
"You're not trying to kill me are you?" She said grabbing the glass and picking it up. It felt like it weighed a ton.
"Just drink it and you will be fine."
She looked at it and said, "It can't get any worse than this." She closed her eyes and drank it as quickly as she could. When she was finished she looked at him in a horrified face. "That has to be the most disgusting thing I have ever had!"
Christian laughed. "Welcome to Paris."
"Why Absinthe.?"
"Hey, you wanted it."
"You should have said no when I asked you."
"The first couple times this will happen but then your body will get used to it.hopefully."
"Look, if I ever ask to have some of that again, say no."
"Yes ma'am."
She leaned back in her chair and a waitress brought out two coffees. "I got you a coffee."
"How sweet of you." She said without looking at him.
"Hey, don't be mad at me."
"I'm not made at you. I just have a head ache and I feel horrible."
"Give that drink a couple minutes to get through your blood stream and before you know it you will feel fine."
About ten minutes later Diana was getting back to her normal self. She was feeling better and she slowly drank her coffee. Christian, in the meantime was reading the newspaper. Her eyes then traveled to the papers on the table and then his briefcase. "So what are all the papers for?" She asked.
He looked up from his reading, looked at her, then at the papers. "I got an idea last night and I.I thought we could start today but you really need to rest today."
"I though you said I would feel better."
"You will feel better but today you should take it easy. Your body is still going to be weak."
"Great."
Christian laughed. "There is a playhouse here for children. I thought that maybe, to get started, you can sing for kids. You will get paid good money."
"Oh." Diana said, taking in what he had said. "Sure. Sounds great."
"It's no Moulin Rouge but it's a start." He said.
"Understandable."
They sat there talking for a while longer until Christian suggested that they would head home. The two walked back to there home arm in arm. Christian didn't want her to loose her balance and then fall. Rather than going into his room, Christian took Diana into her room.
"Sorry the place is such a mess. I want to make I look a little better but, I don't have the time nor the money."
"It's okay. It is better than my place."
Diana gave out a small laugh. She sat on the bed. Her body still felt a little heavy. "So tell me Christian, what do you do here?"
"Excuse me?" He asked walking over to her.
"What do you do day in and day out?"
"I sit in my room, and I write. That's basically it."
"I write too."
"Do you have any?"
"Of course." She got up and went to her dresser and grabbed a box and walked over to Christian and sat, again, on the bed. "This is most of my writing in the past three months. You will find everything from prayer to blessings."
Christian slowly opened it.
"You can read them. Why write and not share with the world. Selfish, isn't it?"
Christian opened the box and took out a piece of paper and began to read it. He then looked at the other and the other. "These-These are very-very good." He said looking through them. "You have such amazing talent."
Diana blushed. "Thank you."
Christian held one in his hands and read it several times. "When-When did you write this one?" He asked.
"Which one is it?"
"Um.it doesn't have a title. It says 'In my dreams it's you I see But when I wake up I must face reality. An angel is what you always were to me but now and Angel is what you will forever be. Outside the cold freezes my tears, The wind blows in my face and I can feel you near. My heart is filled with memories of you, The things I heard you say. The things I saw you do. No matter what road life leads me to I will always remember you. You will be in my heart forever until I am with you, When angels close my eyes.'" He paused, still looking at it and turned to her.
"I wrote that one day back home. I don't know what made me write it, it just came to me."
"It has meaning now."
"I guess it does." She said quietly looking over his shoulder and he flipped through the papers. After a while they had stopped. Christian then brought his typewriter into her room and the two continued to write. After reading her writings, poetry and short stories, they both got inspiration. They whole day they wrote, bouncing ideas off one another. Diana watched him as he typed. He was so handsome. His hair fell into his face but he never bothered to push it aside. She felt safe when she was around him, even when he was cold. She felt protected knowing that he was right across the hall. She studied him, almost in a daze.
"Now what?" He asked her taking her out of her daydream.
"Wha-Oh. Yes." She looked around the room thinking of what could come next. "I never saw the starlight." She said. Christian looked at her. "I missed the first blush of spring. I was too much asleep. I feared the land mines I'd planted so long ago. My feet couldn't safely touch the ground." Christians body got tense then he felt relaxed as he listened. "I was an autumn leaf, drifting endlessly, stilled only by the heavy weight of winter. I was too much asleep." She continued. Her eyes where looking down and her voice made it sound like it was coming from her heart. "And then you were here and life was no longer what it used to be. And I wonder how one face could wake me." She looked up at him and a smile crept across her face. "How one melting point could be my hearts reveille. How could one voice out of many move my weary soul, and take what was broken and make it whole? Yet you did; yes you did, wake me." She finished. Christian nervously looked at her and back at his typewriter. He gulped and took a deep breath to calm his nerves.
"Perfect." He said before typing.
That night Diana was feeling much better then before. She felt like a whole new person. She grabbed her jacket to go outside. She hated staying locked up in that room. She walked down the stairs and saw three little kids. They were dressed in old dirty close, they were obviously living on the streets. She stopped and looked at them and they look at her. There were two boys and a girl no older then eight. The girl and one of the boys looked about six and the oldest looked around eight. The little boy slowly walked up to her and held out his hand. He said not a word and not did she. She looked at his little mud covered hand and then to the two other children. They looked shy and scared.
"Money?" She asked. The little boy in front of her nodded his head. She smiled. She held out a hand and said "Come with me." The little boy took her hand and she walked away from the building. The two other kids followed. She let out her other hand for the little girl. Diana let them to a small store. "You wait right here okay?" She said to them. They nodded their heads. She ran in and came out with bread, apples, water, and a piece of candy for each. "Here you go." She said handing the bag to them. They looked in and there eyes widened and they grinned. It was like they have never seen so much food before in their lives.
"Thank you ma'am." The little girl said.
"Diana. You can call me Diana."
"Thank you Diana." The little girl said. "I am Katie, this is Kris," She said pointing to the eldest. "And this is Tommy."
"Hello." She said smiling at each of them. "Now if you three need anything you know where I live okay?" They nodded their heads. "Okay. I have to head home and get some rest. You guys run along." She said. The kids turned and ran with their food to go eat it. Diana smiled and turned and walked away. She went back to her home and climbed the flight of stairs. She got in her room and saw that Christian's typewriter was still there. She picked it up and walked across the hall. She knocked on the door and Christian opened it, whipping his hand on a white cloth.
"Oh hello."
"You left this in my room, I thought I might return it. Incase, of course, you get inspiration this evening."
Christian threw the cloth to the side and took it from her. "Feeling better?" He asked turning around. Diana followed him into the room.
"Much actually."
"Well that's good."
"your checks are flushed, are you okay?" He asked.
"I'm fine, I was just outside." She said with sadness in her voice. Christian looked over at her after putting the type writer back on his table. "Are there always little children roaming the streets?"
"Sadly, yes."
"They have no homes?" Diana questioned.
"Yes." He said.
"How many?"
"I don't know."
Diana sighed. "I never knew of the homeless until I came here."
"You came from a wealthy upbringing huh?"
"Wealthy and extremely sheltered."
"We live in a cruel world with poverty, sin, hate, crime."
"I just never knew that kids wondered the streets, homeless and alone."
"There's nothing we can do about it. Just if you see them, buy them food if you have the money."
"I bought them food. Bread, apples, water and a piece of candy for each."
"How many?"
"Three."
Christian nodded his head. He looked over at her and smiled and rubbed her arm. "You need some rest," He stated. "Go to your room, go to bed, and sleep. You had a rough day."
She meekly smiled, turned and left Christian. Surprisingly, she fell asleep moments after her hit the pillow.
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