Christian heaved out a breath as he pushed the electric lawnmower over the
rise on his parent's lawn. Sweat trickled down the sides of his face,
dripping down his jaw bone and landing on his white shirt.
It was always work mowing the lawn. It's not that it was big, but rather hilly, and his father always insisted on him doing it in the middle of the afternoon, when the scorching California sun was at it's worst. He always wanted to do it at night, when it was cooler, but. . .
There were so many rules in his life that he wanted to change, couldn't wait to change. As soon as he was out of here, him and Satine. . . he grinned wildly. Maybe they wouldn't get married right after high school, but after college. And they would buy a little house away from the world, like they talked about.
He no longer hated mowing the rugged lawn, imaging it was his own. And his good and faithful wife would come out from the house with a cold glass of lemonade.
He let up on the handle of the mower, quizzically looking at Satine's rusty old blue car parked by the side of his house. He smiled when he saw her step out and he hurried down the hill.
He put a hand on her waist and kissed her cheek.
She wrinkled up her nose. "You're sweaty. . ."
"By any chance, would you have some lemonade with you?"
"Well, I didn't pack it this morning. . ." she answered slowly.
He kissed her cheek again. "I love you," he whispered, sighing.
"Christian, we need to talk." She looked at her feet, brushing the grass clippings around with her shoes.
His smile faded as he watched her. "What's wrong?" he asked.
She raised her chin, and suddenly her eyes were someone else's. "I'm staying with Robert."
He coughed out a breath, her statement had some so suddenly. "Wh. . . what?"
"After I left you last night, I was thinking. . . and I came up with the fact that Robert can promise me everything - everything I've ever dreamed of - and he really means it. Its not fair to him that I keep you, still, so. . ." She took in a breath, never once looking at him, but past him or at her feet. "I must never see you again." She took a chance and looked at Christian, and like a chameleon her eyes changed from cold to soft and she looked away. "I'm sorry."
Christian held on to her arm and she didn't put up a struggle. "What are you talking about, Satine?" He made her look at him, his chin quivering. She bit her lip to keep tears back. "He may want to give you everything, but without love he can't give you anything."
Now it was her turn for her chin to shake. "I. . . I didn't expect you to understand." She pushed his hand off her arm. "I have a duty. . ."
"No!" he shouted.
She looked up suddenly at him, tears coming to her eyes. She looked away, placing her hands over her eyes.
His hands on her shoulders were harder than he had planned them to be. "There's something the matter. . . there's something wrong, tell me what it is."
She shook her head, moving away from him, but he held her firmly. "Tell me!"
She pushed him with all the strength she could muster and stood a couple of feet away from him. She looked into his red face, staring at his soft eyes on the brink of tears. His hands were shaking, as was his chin, and Satine felt her knees begin to go out.
She hurried to her car, needing to get out. She held onto the door handle but Christian came around and held onto her arms tightly.
"Tell me what's wrong!" he yelled.
"I. . . I don't. . . I don't love. . ." She couldn't finish for the life of her and she leaned forward, placing her forehead on the car.
"Tell me," he whispered in her ear.
"I. . . I thought I could do this," she said quietly. "Thought this would be easy. . . I'd break your heart and you'd leave me alone, forever. . ."
"What are you talking about?" He leaned her back against the car and was confused when he looked into her eyes, overflowing with tears.
"The truth is. . . we can't be together, Christian."
"And why not?" he asked, balling his hands into fists.
"What kind of life would that be, running and hiding, always in fear. . ."
"Fear of what?"
She bit her lip. "Robert will kill you."
"I don't care," he said immediately.
"Like hell you don't!" she yelled.
"Then we'll run. We'll run away from here and never come back. . ."
"If we run, he will find us. If we hide, he will find us! Whatever we do, Christian, if I stay with you, Robert will find a way to tear us apart." She took a breath and touched his cheek. "You know I'm right. . ."
"No I don't!" he said, placing his hand over hers and taking a step closer.
She closed her eyes, tears rippling down her flawless cheek. "Christian, I have to do this," she whispered. "I won't see you die because I selfishly held you to me." He forced a laugh, not wanting to believe any of this. She smoothed his cheek. "Love is something he can't take away, and it is something I will keep with me forever. I will love you. . . until my dying day."
"What about Romeo and Juliet?" he whispered. "They got married. . . they were happy-"
"It was one of Shakespeare's best tragedy story, Christian. They died, remember?" She paused for a bit. "You promised me. . . You promised me that we wouldn't end up like them, remember?"
He bit his lip, tears flowing down his red face. She held him in her arms, stroking the back of his neck. "I do love you. . ." she whispered. He responded by wrapping his arms around her tighter. "There's just no other way. . ."
He pushed away from her. "No!" he yelled. "No!"
"Christian, we have no other choice! Robert-"
"I don't care!" he said, his voice softening. He placed a hand on her cheek. "I don't care who he is or what he can do to me. . . I love you. I will always love you."
She closed her eyes and leaned against the warmth of his hand. "You're going to be fine, Christian. You're going to be fine," she whispered, her voice wavering. He dropped his hands and stood still, slightly pale. "You're going to go on with your life and move on, and find someone new-"
"No," he sobbed quietly.
She made him look into her eyes. "Yes, you are. You have so much to give. . . You're going to make some girl so happy one day. . ." She smiled through her tears. "I just wish that girl could have been me."
"Satine-"
She pushed a finger to his lips. "Please, don't," she said softly. "You have given me the greatest gift I have ever known. I will never forget you." She took in a deep breath. "And I'll probably live the rest of my life in love with you, and thinking of you. . . and wonder what would have happened if I never knew you."
"What are you talking about?" he asked with downcast red eyes.
"If I never knew you," she sang quietly, reaching out to touch his hand. "If I never felt this love, I would have no inkling of how precious life can be. And if I never held you, I would never have a clue how at last I'd find in you the missing part of me. In this world so full of fear, full of rage and lies. I can see the truth so clear in your eyes, so dry your eyes." She kissed away his tears. "And I'm so grateful to you, I'd have lived my whole life through. . . lost forever, if I never knew you."
His lips were pushed together in a thin line and he looked at the ground. "If I never knew you," he sobbed, his hand rubbing his face. "I'd be safe but half as real. Never knowing I could feel a love so strong and true. I'm so grateful to you, I'd have lived my whole life through. . . lost forever, If I never knew you."
"I thought our love would be so beautiful. Somehow we made the whole world bright," she said. "I never knew that fear and hate could be so strong, all they'd leave us where these whispers in the night. But still my heart is singing, 'We were right.' "
"If I never knew you, If I never knew this love, I would have no inkling of how precious life can be," he said.
"There's no moment I regret," she said, making sure he saw her eyes, "since the moment that we met. If our time has gone too fast, I've lived at last..."
"I thought our love would be so beautiful, somehow we'd make the whole world bright," Christian said, forcing a laugh.
"I thought our love would be so beautiful, We'd turn the darkness into light."
"And still my heart is singing, 'We were right.' " They looked up suddenly when they realized they had said they same thing.
Satine kissed his hand. "We WERE right. And If I never knew you, I'd have lived my whole life through, empty as the sky. . ."
"Never knowing why. . ." they said together, Christian enveloping her into his arms. "Lost forever, If I never knew you."
They held onto each other for a while, Christian breathing deeply. Satine lifted her head and smiled, tears dancing in her eyes.
"Goodbye," she whispered.
She started to walk away but Christian held on to her hand and pulled her to him kissed her with all the raw passion he had in him. His fingers behind her neck twisted in her long ruby hair, and her arms hugged his waist.
Finally, out of breath, he pulled away, breathing deeply and resting his forehead against hers. She smoothed his face and strained a smile. Sighing, she hurried into her car.
Christian watched, as if in slow motion, as she drove away. He hugged his arms to his body, but couldn't get warm. He felt his legs turn to rubber and he sat down by the side of the road and cried.
------------------------------------------ Disclaimer: All characters belong to me and my good friend Baz. And, um. Robert Duken is not the real son of a producer, I just made him up.
A/N: Just eatin' a peanut butter & jelly sandwich (by the way, it was very good) and decided to write this. Hope you don't get too angry at Lil' ol me.
Songs used: 'If I Never Knew You' from Pocahontas(played during the credits, such a sad song, very good. . . one of my favorites!!!)
It was always work mowing the lawn. It's not that it was big, but rather hilly, and his father always insisted on him doing it in the middle of the afternoon, when the scorching California sun was at it's worst. He always wanted to do it at night, when it was cooler, but. . .
There were so many rules in his life that he wanted to change, couldn't wait to change. As soon as he was out of here, him and Satine. . . he grinned wildly. Maybe they wouldn't get married right after high school, but after college. And they would buy a little house away from the world, like they talked about.
He no longer hated mowing the rugged lawn, imaging it was his own. And his good and faithful wife would come out from the house with a cold glass of lemonade.
He let up on the handle of the mower, quizzically looking at Satine's rusty old blue car parked by the side of his house. He smiled when he saw her step out and he hurried down the hill.
He put a hand on her waist and kissed her cheek.
She wrinkled up her nose. "You're sweaty. . ."
"By any chance, would you have some lemonade with you?"
"Well, I didn't pack it this morning. . ." she answered slowly.
He kissed her cheek again. "I love you," he whispered, sighing.
"Christian, we need to talk." She looked at her feet, brushing the grass clippings around with her shoes.
His smile faded as he watched her. "What's wrong?" he asked.
She raised her chin, and suddenly her eyes were someone else's. "I'm staying with Robert."
He coughed out a breath, her statement had some so suddenly. "Wh. . . what?"
"After I left you last night, I was thinking. . . and I came up with the fact that Robert can promise me everything - everything I've ever dreamed of - and he really means it. Its not fair to him that I keep you, still, so. . ." She took in a breath, never once looking at him, but past him or at her feet. "I must never see you again." She took a chance and looked at Christian, and like a chameleon her eyes changed from cold to soft and she looked away. "I'm sorry."
Christian held on to her arm and she didn't put up a struggle. "What are you talking about, Satine?" He made her look at him, his chin quivering. She bit her lip to keep tears back. "He may want to give you everything, but without love he can't give you anything."
Now it was her turn for her chin to shake. "I. . . I didn't expect you to understand." She pushed his hand off her arm. "I have a duty. . ."
"No!" he shouted.
She looked up suddenly at him, tears coming to her eyes. She looked away, placing her hands over her eyes.
His hands on her shoulders were harder than he had planned them to be. "There's something the matter. . . there's something wrong, tell me what it is."
She shook her head, moving away from him, but he held her firmly. "Tell me!"
She pushed him with all the strength she could muster and stood a couple of feet away from him. She looked into his red face, staring at his soft eyes on the brink of tears. His hands were shaking, as was his chin, and Satine felt her knees begin to go out.
She hurried to her car, needing to get out. She held onto the door handle but Christian came around and held onto her arms tightly.
"Tell me what's wrong!" he yelled.
"I. . . I don't. . . I don't love. . ." She couldn't finish for the life of her and she leaned forward, placing her forehead on the car.
"Tell me," he whispered in her ear.
"I. . . I thought I could do this," she said quietly. "Thought this would be easy. . . I'd break your heart and you'd leave me alone, forever. . ."
"What are you talking about?" He leaned her back against the car and was confused when he looked into her eyes, overflowing with tears.
"The truth is. . . we can't be together, Christian."
"And why not?" he asked, balling his hands into fists.
"What kind of life would that be, running and hiding, always in fear. . ."
"Fear of what?"
She bit her lip. "Robert will kill you."
"I don't care," he said immediately.
"Like hell you don't!" she yelled.
"Then we'll run. We'll run away from here and never come back. . ."
"If we run, he will find us. If we hide, he will find us! Whatever we do, Christian, if I stay with you, Robert will find a way to tear us apart." She took a breath and touched his cheek. "You know I'm right. . ."
"No I don't!" he said, placing his hand over hers and taking a step closer.
She closed her eyes, tears rippling down her flawless cheek. "Christian, I have to do this," she whispered. "I won't see you die because I selfishly held you to me." He forced a laugh, not wanting to believe any of this. She smoothed his cheek. "Love is something he can't take away, and it is something I will keep with me forever. I will love you. . . until my dying day."
"What about Romeo and Juliet?" he whispered. "They got married. . . they were happy-"
"It was one of Shakespeare's best tragedy story, Christian. They died, remember?" She paused for a bit. "You promised me. . . You promised me that we wouldn't end up like them, remember?"
He bit his lip, tears flowing down his red face. She held him in her arms, stroking the back of his neck. "I do love you. . ." she whispered. He responded by wrapping his arms around her tighter. "There's just no other way. . ."
He pushed away from her. "No!" he yelled. "No!"
"Christian, we have no other choice! Robert-"
"I don't care!" he said, his voice softening. He placed a hand on her cheek. "I don't care who he is or what he can do to me. . . I love you. I will always love you."
She closed her eyes and leaned against the warmth of his hand. "You're going to be fine, Christian. You're going to be fine," she whispered, her voice wavering. He dropped his hands and stood still, slightly pale. "You're going to go on with your life and move on, and find someone new-"
"No," he sobbed quietly.
She made him look into her eyes. "Yes, you are. You have so much to give. . . You're going to make some girl so happy one day. . ." She smiled through her tears. "I just wish that girl could have been me."
"Satine-"
She pushed a finger to his lips. "Please, don't," she said softly. "You have given me the greatest gift I have ever known. I will never forget you." She took in a deep breath. "And I'll probably live the rest of my life in love with you, and thinking of you. . . and wonder what would have happened if I never knew you."
"What are you talking about?" he asked with downcast red eyes.
"If I never knew you," she sang quietly, reaching out to touch his hand. "If I never felt this love, I would have no inkling of how precious life can be. And if I never held you, I would never have a clue how at last I'd find in you the missing part of me. In this world so full of fear, full of rage and lies. I can see the truth so clear in your eyes, so dry your eyes." She kissed away his tears. "And I'm so grateful to you, I'd have lived my whole life through. . . lost forever, if I never knew you."
His lips were pushed together in a thin line and he looked at the ground. "If I never knew you," he sobbed, his hand rubbing his face. "I'd be safe but half as real. Never knowing I could feel a love so strong and true. I'm so grateful to you, I'd have lived my whole life through. . . lost forever, If I never knew you."
"I thought our love would be so beautiful. Somehow we made the whole world bright," she said. "I never knew that fear and hate could be so strong, all they'd leave us where these whispers in the night. But still my heart is singing, 'We were right.' "
"If I never knew you, If I never knew this love, I would have no inkling of how precious life can be," he said.
"There's no moment I regret," she said, making sure he saw her eyes, "since the moment that we met. If our time has gone too fast, I've lived at last..."
"I thought our love would be so beautiful, somehow we'd make the whole world bright," Christian said, forcing a laugh.
"I thought our love would be so beautiful, We'd turn the darkness into light."
"And still my heart is singing, 'We were right.' " They looked up suddenly when they realized they had said they same thing.
Satine kissed his hand. "We WERE right. And If I never knew you, I'd have lived my whole life through, empty as the sky. . ."
"Never knowing why. . ." they said together, Christian enveloping her into his arms. "Lost forever, If I never knew you."
They held onto each other for a while, Christian breathing deeply. Satine lifted her head and smiled, tears dancing in her eyes.
"Goodbye," she whispered.
She started to walk away but Christian held on to her hand and pulled her to him kissed her with all the raw passion he had in him. His fingers behind her neck twisted in her long ruby hair, and her arms hugged his waist.
Finally, out of breath, he pulled away, breathing deeply and resting his forehead against hers. She smoothed his face and strained a smile. Sighing, she hurried into her car.
Christian watched, as if in slow motion, as she drove away. He hugged his arms to his body, but couldn't get warm. He felt his legs turn to rubber and he sat down by the side of the road and cried.
------------------------------------------ Disclaimer: All characters belong to me and my good friend Baz. And, um. Robert Duken is not the real son of a producer, I just made him up.
A/N: Just eatin' a peanut butter & jelly sandwich (by the way, it was very good) and decided to write this. Hope you don't get too angry at Lil' ol me.
Songs used: 'If I Never Knew You' from Pocahontas(played during the credits, such a sad song, very good. . . one of my favorites!!!)