"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return" Talouse shouted as i walked away, and he was right and even Satine new that. I new she would never go through with sleeping the Duke, she still loved me. "Come what may" -she whispered in my ear yesterday after rehursals, so i knew. Just as i didnt expect it... " Never knew..I could feel like this like I'v never seen the sky before.Want to vanish inside your kiss everyday I'm loving you more and more, listen to my heart can you hear it sing come back to me darling and forgive everything. Seasons may change winter to spring. I love you, til the end of time" Satine sang it from the heart, the song I wrote for us to show that we love one another. I turned round, I don't think she expected it either and ..." Come what may. Come what may. Come what may come what may, I will love you " then just at that moment satine joined in " I will love you until my dying day come what may come what may, come what may, i will love you until my dying day" We both sang it together. Then Talouse fell and shouted"he's trying to kill you, look he's got a gun''.The audiace laughed and thought it was all part of the show but Talouse was right, the Duke must have something to do with it. "We all stated to sing again and we were held up holding hands as if we were just married. The Duke got up and walked off and the gun fell behind him and he picks it up proberly about to shoot me the Harold stepped in and punched him one. then as the show finished the curtains fell. And my worst nightmare happend.......... Satine was taking long shot breaths and fell in my arms, blood from her mouth. "I'm...I'm dying Christian" Satine said slowly and whispering. No she couldn't be. "Tell a story" she said to me, "No" I said because I didn't want to lose her. "You've got to go on Christian" she said. And at that moment she died in my arms. I couldn't belive it the woman I love, Satine, is......dead. I had to let go of her in the end though I didn't want to. Talouse took me hom and all that was going through my mind was, is this a dream, and if not then why did it have to happen to the women I love. I started to think back to when I first clapped eyes on her, she was the most beautifulest woman I ever saw and now she's dead! I thought about her last words, "tell a story" but I just couldn't. Everytime I sit down to write a stroy i freeze and my eyes sort of glanced over towards the Moulin Rouge and to think that is where she used to be. Days turned in to weeks and and weeks turned into months then......................ONE YEAR LATER. One not so very special day, the day of Satines death one year ago I wrote her a story of about her, about love about everything that happend when I first came to Paris, I saw Satine and the day she......Hear I go......!