"Christian! I thought you might be here!" Toulouse greeted Christian
cheerfully as he hobbled through the door.
"Toulouse? What are you doing here?" Christian asked in bewilderment, spinning around to follow the dwarf as he shuffled into the apartment. "That's just the question I was going to ask you!" Toulouse replied just as cheerfully looking over his shoulder to give Christian a twinkling glance.
"Wh.What do you mean?" Christian asked, shutting the door and shaking his head "I don't understand"
"Christian, it's not very hard to understand" Toulouse explained sitting himself down in Christian's old armchair that looked clean and new from when he'd last seen it. "What are you doing here?" Toulouse said simply repeating the question.
"Here?" Christian repeated squinting as he tried to think, "What do you mean here? What is here exactly? I.I mean I don't know where I am, I cant remember what happened" he said in frustration as he ran his fingers through his hair and paced across the room in front of Toulouse.
"Ah," Toulouse said knowingly shaking a finger at Christian. "You're confused, it happens, it happened to me, happens to all those who have too much Absinthe" he said nodding solemnly.
"What?" Christian exclaimed falling into even more confusion "Absinthe? What has Absinthe got to do with anything? I haven't drunk any for 3 days! What are you talking about Toulouse?" he said in a fluster.
"You mean you didn't drink any Absinthe?" Toulouse said carefully. "No!" Christian exclaimed desperately. "Then how did you get here?" Toulouse asked now not understanding either. "What cant you remember?" he asked
"Can't remember" Christian repeated as he pondered for words "Can't remember if I shot myself or not! I mean, I was sitting there at my typewriter" he went on, walking over to his typewriter chair "And I had my gun, pointed here" he went on holding his fingers in a shape of a gun to his temple "And I can't remember, I can't remember if I shot or not, it all went black, I mean, I remember pushing the trigger but I didn't hear anything it just went black then I woke up here, and I don't know if I'm dead or not but I cant be dead because you're here and you're not dead! But everything is different and I don't have a beard anymore and I'm wearing different clothes!" he squealed in frustration of what he didn't understand. "Toulouse would you mind telling me if I'm dead or not?" he sighed long and loud.
"You're almost dead" Toulouse said simply.
"Huh?" Christian replied "How can I be almost dead? And if I'm somewhat dead why are you here?" he replied sighing again. "I'll let you figure that out for yourself" Toulouse replied a little sarcastically.
Christian looked at him carefully for a moment as he thought. He could remember back to when he climbed the ladder from his garret into Toulouse's with his story and suicide note, he remembered how he'd barely noticed at the time that Toulouse had never flinched while he'd been there and the little man's face looked ghostly pale, he remembered that he couldn't hear the hoarse breathing of Toulouse as he 'slept' and then he realized. He wondered why he didn't pay any attention to it before but he supposed he was too caught up in what he was about to do to care.
"You're almost dead like me," Christian whispered after a minute or two. "You were dead when I went into your garret to leave you our story, you put yourself to death by finally drinking a fatal amount of Absinthe" Christian said, his voice wavering just above a whisper "And now no one will be there to receive the story!" Christian said, his voice flaring into an annoyed anger.
"Calm down Christian" Toulouse replied coolly "The other Boho's will find it" he assured him "What you need to worry about is what lies ahead of you" Toulouse explained to him in a serious tone, looking straight into his eyes.
"And what's that?" Christian replied warily.
*** Ok, so this wasn't the final chapter! What can I say? I got another idea! Hope you're all enjoying it please review and give me all your thoughts and feelings etc! Cheers, Twinkle ***
"Toulouse? What are you doing here?" Christian asked in bewilderment, spinning around to follow the dwarf as he shuffled into the apartment. "That's just the question I was going to ask you!" Toulouse replied just as cheerfully looking over his shoulder to give Christian a twinkling glance.
"Wh.What do you mean?" Christian asked, shutting the door and shaking his head "I don't understand"
"Christian, it's not very hard to understand" Toulouse explained sitting himself down in Christian's old armchair that looked clean and new from when he'd last seen it. "What are you doing here?" Toulouse said simply repeating the question.
"Here?" Christian repeated squinting as he tried to think, "What do you mean here? What is here exactly? I.I mean I don't know where I am, I cant remember what happened" he said in frustration as he ran his fingers through his hair and paced across the room in front of Toulouse.
"Ah," Toulouse said knowingly shaking a finger at Christian. "You're confused, it happens, it happened to me, happens to all those who have too much Absinthe" he said nodding solemnly.
"What?" Christian exclaimed falling into even more confusion "Absinthe? What has Absinthe got to do with anything? I haven't drunk any for 3 days! What are you talking about Toulouse?" he said in a fluster.
"You mean you didn't drink any Absinthe?" Toulouse said carefully. "No!" Christian exclaimed desperately. "Then how did you get here?" Toulouse asked now not understanding either. "What cant you remember?" he asked
"Can't remember" Christian repeated as he pondered for words "Can't remember if I shot myself or not! I mean, I was sitting there at my typewriter" he went on, walking over to his typewriter chair "And I had my gun, pointed here" he went on holding his fingers in a shape of a gun to his temple "And I can't remember, I can't remember if I shot or not, it all went black, I mean, I remember pushing the trigger but I didn't hear anything it just went black then I woke up here, and I don't know if I'm dead or not but I cant be dead because you're here and you're not dead! But everything is different and I don't have a beard anymore and I'm wearing different clothes!" he squealed in frustration of what he didn't understand. "Toulouse would you mind telling me if I'm dead or not?" he sighed long and loud.
"You're almost dead" Toulouse said simply.
"Huh?" Christian replied "How can I be almost dead? And if I'm somewhat dead why are you here?" he replied sighing again. "I'll let you figure that out for yourself" Toulouse replied a little sarcastically.
Christian looked at him carefully for a moment as he thought. He could remember back to when he climbed the ladder from his garret into Toulouse's with his story and suicide note, he remembered how he'd barely noticed at the time that Toulouse had never flinched while he'd been there and the little man's face looked ghostly pale, he remembered that he couldn't hear the hoarse breathing of Toulouse as he 'slept' and then he realized. He wondered why he didn't pay any attention to it before but he supposed he was too caught up in what he was about to do to care.
"You're almost dead like me," Christian whispered after a minute or two. "You were dead when I went into your garret to leave you our story, you put yourself to death by finally drinking a fatal amount of Absinthe" Christian said, his voice wavering just above a whisper "And now no one will be there to receive the story!" Christian said, his voice flaring into an annoyed anger.
"Calm down Christian" Toulouse replied coolly "The other Boho's will find it" he assured him "What you need to worry about is what lies ahead of you" Toulouse explained to him in a serious tone, looking straight into his eyes.
"And what's that?" Christian replied warily.
*** Ok, so this wasn't the final chapter! What can I say? I got another idea! Hope you're all enjoying it please review and give me all your thoughts and feelings etc! Cheers, Twinkle ***