A life without love
It had been one year. One whole year of pain constant pain, longing, wishing, drunken sobs, restless sleeps, absinthe, crying calls from the balcony into the deathly still night, shock, tears so many tears, darkness and near insanity for Christian, the once penniless poet, drunk on love and life now penniless broken man drunk on absinthe with bloodshot tear-ridden eyes.
He sat on his windowsill, his head resting against the glass; his black shaggy hair flopped down over his face covering his bloodshot teary bluish eyes that once twinkled with sunlight. A half empty absinthe bottle hung between his fingertips, he wore the same thing he wore on that dreadful night, it was now dirty and dusty with the bloodstains now brown/red and faded. He gazed aimlessly out the window, down at the Moulin Rouge theater its lights shining brightly in the darkness of the night, hurting his eyes, making them water more, he stared at the elephant it was dark like the night, deserted and silent…dead.
Turning away and shaking the tears from his sore eyes he took a swig from the absinthe bottle, he swallowed the whole lot and threw it over to the group of others where it crashed and clattered and smashed on the ground along with others. He didn't move from his position staring out the window when Toulouse, his one and only friend nowadays climbed down the ladder from the ceiling that was made one year ago. "Christian, why don't you get up from there, go outside get some fresh air?" he said warmly, looking at his miserable friend glued to the windowsill. Christian made no reply. He never spoke much anymore, only about three or four sentences a day and even they were of bitterness and sorrow, and he only spoke to Toulouse. "Christian, do you think Satine would want you to live like this?" Toulouse sighed "She would want you to be happy, to move on"
"I've got nothing to move on to," Christian mumbled.
"Try to Christian, you haven't written anything in months, remember you used to not be able to pass a day without writing a poem!" Toulouse said, moving to his side, to see out the window to where Christian was looking, Toulouse sighed, always the theater. "Look at it Toulouse, the lights the music its like it never happened, the show must go on my ass!" he yelled the last words, making Toulouse jump, it was the loudest he'd been since the 6 months ago when he would scream and cry storming about his garret in pain, misery and sorrow. "Forget the theater, Zidler is money hungry he moved on" Toulouse whispered. "The same old dance and flare, it's like they just don't care, their star has gone, all burned out, that's nothing to dance about" Christian sung, in his cracked barely audible voice. Then he cracked open another bottle of absinthe. "Christian stop the drinking stop the doubt and loss of hope write something, do what you love" Toulouse patted him on the shoulder, but he shrugged him off "I did write something" he motioned to the pile of papers sitting next to the rusty typewriter "I kept my promise" he'd written their story.
"More Christian, keep writing, it's what she would've wanted"
"Leave me…." Christian trailed off, there was a voice, so familiar so close so real coming from the Moulin Rouge theater that made Christian's heart accelerate, and he fell silent.
*The French are glad to die for love*
Christian took a shaking breath and with shaking arms and fingers he opened the window and stepped out onto the balcony in the quiet night with only the Moulin Rouge music to be heard, he listened as the voice continued.
They love to fight duels
But I love a man who lives and gives, expensive jewels.
The music began, that all two familiar music Christian listened harder, could it be true?
A kiss on the hand may be quite continental
But diamonds are a girl's best friend
"That's her," Christian breathed into the cold night air. His bloodshot eyes wide, his hair brushed back by his hand. "Christian, you're imagining it, Nini sings that now" Toulouse spoke from behind him. Unexpectedly anger flared up inside Christians heart, he spun around "What?! Her? Singing Satine's song? Nini? That bitch?" he turned to the railing, he couldn't stand it, it had to stop, only the real sparkling diamond could sing that song, "STOP! STOP IT!" he screamed down at the Moulin Rouge but the song played on.
1 Men grow cold as girls grow old
And we all lose our charms in the end
Christian blocked his ears, rage building "it must stop!" he screamed, he headed for the door, grabbing his coat and bolted down the stairs and out into the muddy street towards the Moulin Rouge theater, with Toulouse calling from the balcony calling him to come back. Toulouse's heart was in his throat, he had to stop Christian from entering the theater. As quickly as he could he hobbled from the garret and followed Christian, his walking stick sinking in the muddy street, slowing him down he was too slow, Christian pushed through the doors just as Toulouse tripped and fell into the mud at the base of the staircase to the Moulin Rouge.
Tadaaa! What dyou guys think? Next chapter will be soon, please r/r tell me what you reckon. Luv yas!!!
Songs used: Diamonds are a girls best friend – Moulin Rouge/Baz yknow the drill.
It had been one year. One whole year of pain constant pain, longing, wishing, drunken sobs, restless sleeps, absinthe, crying calls from the balcony into the deathly still night, shock, tears so many tears, darkness and near insanity for Christian, the once penniless poet, drunk on love and life now penniless broken man drunk on absinthe with bloodshot tear-ridden eyes.
He sat on his windowsill, his head resting against the glass; his black shaggy hair flopped down over his face covering his bloodshot teary bluish eyes that once twinkled with sunlight. A half empty absinthe bottle hung between his fingertips, he wore the same thing he wore on that dreadful night, it was now dirty and dusty with the bloodstains now brown/red and faded. He gazed aimlessly out the window, down at the Moulin Rouge theater its lights shining brightly in the darkness of the night, hurting his eyes, making them water more, he stared at the elephant it was dark like the night, deserted and silent…dead.
Turning away and shaking the tears from his sore eyes he took a swig from the absinthe bottle, he swallowed the whole lot and threw it over to the group of others where it crashed and clattered and smashed on the ground along with others. He didn't move from his position staring out the window when Toulouse, his one and only friend nowadays climbed down the ladder from the ceiling that was made one year ago. "Christian, why don't you get up from there, go outside get some fresh air?" he said warmly, looking at his miserable friend glued to the windowsill. Christian made no reply. He never spoke much anymore, only about three or four sentences a day and even they were of bitterness and sorrow, and he only spoke to Toulouse. "Christian, do you think Satine would want you to live like this?" Toulouse sighed "She would want you to be happy, to move on"
"I've got nothing to move on to," Christian mumbled.
"Try to Christian, you haven't written anything in months, remember you used to not be able to pass a day without writing a poem!" Toulouse said, moving to his side, to see out the window to where Christian was looking, Toulouse sighed, always the theater. "Look at it Toulouse, the lights the music its like it never happened, the show must go on my ass!" he yelled the last words, making Toulouse jump, it was the loudest he'd been since the 6 months ago when he would scream and cry storming about his garret in pain, misery and sorrow. "Forget the theater, Zidler is money hungry he moved on" Toulouse whispered. "The same old dance and flare, it's like they just don't care, their star has gone, all burned out, that's nothing to dance about" Christian sung, in his cracked barely audible voice. Then he cracked open another bottle of absinthe. "Christian stop the drinking stop the doubt and loss of hope write something, do what you love" Toulouse patted him on the shoulder, but he shrugged him off "I did write something" he motioned to the pile of papers sitting next to the rusty typewriter "I kept my promise" he'd written their story.
"More Christian, keep writing, it's what she would've wanted"
"Leave me…." Christian trailed off, there was a voice, so familiar so close so real coming from the Moulin Rouge theater that made Christian's heart accelerate, and he fell silent.
*The French are glad to die for love*
Christian took a shaking breath and with shaking arms and fingers he opened the window and stepped out onto the balcony in the quiet night with only the Moulin Rouge music to be heard, he listened as the voice continued.
They love to fight duels
But I love a man who lives and gives, expensive jewels.
The music began, that all two familiar music Christian listened harder, could it be true?
A kiss on the hand may be quite continental
But diamonds are a girl's best friend
"That's her," Christian breathed into the cold night air. His bloodshot eyes wide, his hair brushed back by his hand. "Christian, you're imagining it, Nini sings that now" Toulouse spoke from behind him. Unexpectedly anger flared up inside Christians heart, he spun around "What?! Her? Singing Satine's song? Nini? That bitch?" he turned to the railing, he couldn't stand it, it had to stop, only the real sparkling diamond could sing that song, "STOP! STOP IT!" he screamed down at the Moulin Rouge but the song played on.
1 Men grow cold as girls grow old
And we all lose our charms in the end
Christian blocked his ears, rage building "it must stop!" he screamed, he headed for the door, grabbing his coat and bolted down the stairs and out into the muddy street towards the Moulin Rouge theater, with Toulouse calling from the balcony calling him to come back. Toulouse's heart was in his throat, he had to stop Christian from entering the theater. As quickly as he could he hobbled from the garret and followed Christian, his walking stick sinking in the muddy street, slowing him down he was too slow, Christian pushed through the doors just as Toulouse tripped and fell into the mud at the base of the staircase to the Moulin Rouge.
Tadaaa! What dyou guys think? Next chapter will be soon, please r/r tell me what you reckon. Luv yas!!!
Songs used: Diamonds are a girls best friend – Moulin Rouge/Baz yknow the drill.