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Moulin Rouge…yada, yada, yada…you know the drill.
Christian paced back and
forth, while his heart pounded against his ribcage. Satine had been shot. His
mind played the scene over and over, as if to torture him. He waited in the hospital…while the doctors
operated on his lover…his soulmate. 'It's
my fault,' he scolded himself. 'It's
all my fault.'
Toulouse sat in a chair near
his young friend. Christian was covered
in Satine's blood, and was alarmingly pale.
He didn't know what to say, there was nothing to say. After what seemed like hours, the doctor
came out. Christian ran over to him.
"Where is she?! Is she okay?!" Christian said with tears
streaming down his face.
"Ms. Satine is stable but in
critical condition. We'll be lucky if
she'll live through the night, I'm sorry but there is nothing else to be done,"
the doctor replied, a look of sorrow on his face.
"Can…can I see her?"
Christian looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Yes, but only for a few
minutes, she needs to rest."
The doctor went back through
the emergency doors. Christian looked
back at Toulouse who nodded, and followed.
It all seemed like a
dream. She laid there, beautiful as
ever. Christian fought back his
tears. He kneeled at her bedside.
"Never knew I could feel
like this…" he slowly started singing their song.
"Christian?" she
mumbled. Satine opened her eyes and saw
him kneeled next to her.
"Oh…Christian," she sighed
softly."
"Shh," he said placed his
hand upon hers.
"I love you Christian," she
smiled.
"I love you so much,"
Christian whispered battling tears.
"Don't be sad, now we can be
together."
"Yes, of course. Forever," he smiled. He slowly leaned over and placed a gentle
kiss on her soft lips. She kissed back
weakly. Christian never left her side,
singing to her to sleep.
9 months later…
Christian watched with a
dazed look as Satine was buried. Gone
forever. A priest was saying prayers
but Christian was deaf to all sounds.
He felt numb even though the sun was shining high in the sky. He didn't know whether he was even breathing
or not. Satine put up a good fight, but
why did she have to go? Why was her
life cut short? Christian wanted an
answer. He heard a soft sigh and looked
down at the little bundle in his arms.
A baby girl. His baby
girl. She was so sweet and
innocent. He had failed Satine, but he
would not fail his daughter. He
couldn't fail his daughter…she was their creation. They had created life.
She was the only thing that mattered in the world now. She was the reason he was still living.
18 years later…
Jocelyn sat on the roof of
the small apartment she and her father shared.
It was a beautiful sunset. The
sky outlined with shades of gold, light purples and pinks, and way above there
was a faint tint of blue. One little
star made its appearance soon to be accompanied by the many others that
glittered the night sky. Her long black
hair moved softly with the cool breeze.
"Jocelyn?" Her father's
voice called from inside the cluttered room.
"Up here!" She called.
Christian popped his head
out the window. "What are you doing up
there?" he asked.
"Thinking," she said
dreamily.
"About what?" Christian
continued as he slowly made his way up the roof. He plopped next to his daughter, catching his breath. "That used to be a lot easier when I was
younger," he mumbeled to himself.
"Papa, if you could have one
wish, what would it be?"
"Well, I don't know I
haven't really thought about it," he chuckled.
"Why what would you wish for?"
"I would wish to be a star,
but I also wish I could see Mama. Just
once," she said sadly.
"I wish she was here too,"
Christian said quietly.
"What did she do? How did you meet her?" Jocelyn asked,
looking over curiously at her father.
He had never mentioned her mother, then again Jocelyn never asked.
There was a long pause. Finally Christian looked into Jocelyn's blue
eyes.
"She was the angel of the
underworld."
TBC
