Disclaimer: " Moulin Rouge!" nor it's characters belong to me. Nor do
"Somewhere Out There"(Our Lady of Peace) or "Come What May"(Ewan McGregor
and Nicole Kidman).
Note: In the last chapter, "crash" meant " would be 'meeting' with the duke and a bullet".
I took another step back and fell onto the comfort of the red, velvety feel of the chair, the one that used to belong to Satine.
"Love. I can't believe love is doing all this!" Toulouse said, spitting and whirling his arms through the air. "You truly are the poster- boy for our revolution," he said, stopping his mad whirling and staying still, except for the joy dancing around in his eyes. I smiled as broadly as I possibly could and then looked at the diamant in my hand, once more. A tear as perfect and as brilliant as the diamant in my hand glistened its way down my face. Satine was back. Did she leave at all? Thoughts of truth, beauty, freedom, but above all, LOVE were racing through my mind. Time seemed to have no value. When I finally snapped out of my trance, it was night and Toulouse and the rest were gone. I could hear a faint melody coming from upstairs. Satie, I guessed was working on "The Sound of Music", that is what I had decided to call it. I caressed the chair I was sitting on slowly and carefully, as to not miss a single part. Of-course, I had done this a countless number of times since Satine's death that I could make out a map of its surface without even a look at the chair.
I opened my eyes. The diamant was no longer in my hand. I looked around, almost panicking, but I quickly I found it on the window payne. I got up and went to it. I put it in my pocket. It was nighttime and the stars were shining especially bright tonight, not only because of my obvious reason, but tonight, there was no moon to take from the glory of the stars. I had looked and drowned into the stars almost every night for six months, and I could almost map out the nightsky, and so I noticed something was out-of-place. A star, one which resembled a sparkling diamant, was there. I had never seen it before. It looked as though it was staring back at me. It also looked as though it stayed in the sky only for the sole purpose of keeping the other stars in the sky.
"Satine?" I whispered as the night breeze carried my question. I had a feeling it carried out all the way to her.
"Christian." I heard the same breeze come back and whisper silently. It was Satine's silky voice. The star seemed to almost come down, but stayed in the sky, it did.
" You're falling back to me, A star that I can see, I know you're out there, Somewhere out there." I sang whisperedly as I stared at the star, at Satine.
"Yes, I will love you, even after my dying day." I heard ever so lightly, but I knew I was not imagining it. I had heard it. It was her voice, and our song, except for a few words, though it actually made it more into our song. I then smiled my biggest smile and sang louder, with all my might,
"You're falling back to me, A star that I can see, I know you're out there, Somewhere out there," but as I was about to go on, the door was kicked down, with all my excitement, I did not even notice that the playing upstairs had stopped and that it had been replaced with pounding, footsteps and even yelps. As I saw the man who had kicked down my door, I recognized him to be Warren. Toulouse and the rest were beaten and being held up not by their own two feet, but by other henchmen And as Warren went inside, the leader of the men came in. The duke.
Note: In the last chapter, "crash" meant " would be 'meeting' with the duke and a bullet".
I took another step back and fell onto the comfort of the red, velvety feel of the chair, the one that used to belong to Satine.
"Love. I can't believe love is doing all this!" Toulouse said, spitting and whirling his arms through the air. "You truly are the poster- boy for our revolution," he said, stopping his mad whirling and staying still, except for the joy dancing around in his eyes. I smiled as broadly as I possibly could and then looked at the diamant in my hand, once more. A tear as perfect and as brilliant as the diamant in my hand glistened its way down my face. Satine was back. Did she leave at all? Thoughts of truth, beauty, freedom, but above all, LOVE were racing through my mind. Time seemed to have no value. When I finally snapped out of my trance, it was night and Toulouse and the rest were gone. I could hear a faint melody coming from upstairs. Satie, I guessed was working on "The Sound of Music", that is what I had decided to call it. I caressed the chair I was sitting on slowly and carefully, as to not miss a single part. Of-course, I had done this a countless number of times since Satine's death that I could make out a map of its surface without even a look at the chair.
I opened my eyes. The diamant was no longer in my hand. I looked around, almost panicking, but I quickly I found it on the window payne. I got up and went to it. I put it in my pocket. It was nighttime and the stars were shining especially bright tonight, not only because of my obvious reason, but tonight, there was no moon to take from the glory of the stars. I had looked and drowned into the stars almost every night for six months, and I could almost map out the nightsky, and so I noticed something was out-of-place. A star, one which resembled a sparkling diamant, was there. I had never seen it before. It looked as though it was staring back at me. It also looked as though it stayed in the sky only for the sole purpose of keeping the other stars in the sky.
"Satine?" I whispered as the night breeze carried my question. I had a feeling it carried out all the way to her.
"Christian." I heard the same breeze come back and whisper silently. It was Satine's silky voice. The star seemed to almost come down, but stayed in the sky, it did.
" You're falling back to me, A star that I can see, I know you're out there, Somewhere out there." I sang whisperedly as I stared at the star, at Satine.
"Yes, I will love you, even after my dying day." I heard ever so lightly, but I knew I was not imagining it. I had heard it. It was her voice, and our song, except for a few words, though it actually made it more into our song. I then smiled my biggest smile and sang louder, with all my might,
"You're falling back to me, A star that I can see, I know you're out there, Somewhere out there," but as I was about to go on, the door was kicked down, with all my excitement, I did not even notice that the playing upstairs had stopped and that it had been replaced with pounding, footsteps and even yelps. As I saw the man who had kicked down my door, I recognized him to be Warren. Toulouse and the rest were beaten and being held up not by their own two feet, but by other henchmen And as Warren went inside, the leader of the men came in. The duke.