A life without Love Chapter 9: Morning The sun shone brightly through the window of Christian's garret, warming the faces of the two lovers, sleeping quietly in each other's arms. Birds began tweeting loudly, signaling the new day as they flew about wildly in the sky. Satine was the first to wake. Her eyes fluttered open, feeling the warm sun on her face and Christian's arm wrapped tightly around her. She lifted his arm up carefully, trying not to wake him and got up off the bed, wrapping one of Christian's jackets around her which was lying on the floor, she walked quietly over to the window. She smiled as she looked out at Monemarte, the view was magnificent, breathtaking, she loved it so. The sun shone down on the wet streets after the storm the night before and rooftops like the light of an angel, covering the city's sin for the few morning moments. The windmill turned slowly and quietly in the morning dew, the usual blaring lights turned off and there was no music, the Rouge was closed for the day. She looked over at the Elephant, her 'home' if you could call it that; it was empty with the curtains closed across the love heart window. A little wave of sadness came over her; she had remembered that they had to leave this place after what had happened the night before. She wondered to herself as she gazed out the window, where would they go? Christian had asked her the night before, they could go to London, but she had no desire to leave Paris. It was while she was wondering when she heard Christian waking up. He groaned and rolled over onto his back and his eyes flicked open to stare at the ceiling, and then suddenly he sat straight upright, "Satine?" he said aloud worried, he obviously hadn't seen her. "I'm right here!" Satine said, giggling, walking over to him and kissing his cheek. Christian sighed in relief. "We have to leave today don't we?" he whispered, looking into her deep blue eyes. Satine nodded. The rest of the morning passed by slowly and painfully, they ate a small measly breakfast with the last of the food Christian had, and then packed up the little amount of belongings they had. They squashed and stuffed Christian's only suitcase full of his clothes and some of Satines which they had gotten Toulouse to go fetch from the Elephant. Then the covered and packed up Christians typewriter, even though he said he'd leave it, but Satine wouldn't let him. It was about 10 o clock when they were ready to leave, the town was now awake and people filled the streets. "Ready to go?" Christian asked carefully, looking around the garret to check if they'd forgotten anything. Satine nodded, she had been gazing up at the sky. "Don't worry" Christian hugged her, "Everything will be alright" But it wasn't.

*****sorry guys, that wasn't the best chapter but it will get better I promise!! Please review!! I'm just putting in the building blocks for the story, and I have a bit of writers block********