Author's Note: Thanks to my awesome reviewers I'm updating this story. Oh, and try not to take parts to personally. I'm having a bit of trouble thinking up chapter three so please R+R! Enjoy!
Part 2
The door closed gently and I was still staring at him. He didn't even rise above my waist,the creepy fellow. He was once my best friend. Now, I know nothing of him. Why was he here? What did he want from me? I had absolutely nothing for him.
" What did you come here for? Are you going to tell me or not?"
He was too busy sniffing the empty absainth bottles on the table to listen.
"Hello!Are you listening to me?"
" Hmmmmm? Oh,yes I forgot. Harold Zidler of the Moulin Rouge said he wants to hire you back.."
" Hire me back? Why would he want to do a stupid thing like that for?"
" Because you were the best writer in Montmarte aside from the fact that you have to get over this, obsession."
" oh so now you're calling it an obsession? How dare you come here and bring me such disgust!"
" I'm sorry Christian look, the Moulin Rouge needs you."
"No Toulouse, it needs her. Not me. It never needed me. She was the Sparkling Diamond.I was just the writer. Who cares what happens to me. Now that she's gone the Moulin Rouge will never come to life again."
" Don't talk to me like that Christian. I have better things to do than to listen to you mope about her. Don't you think I've heard enough crap about this incident already?"
" Well if all you're going to do is complain about my "obsession" than get out of here! Get out you bastard!"
He stared at me in disbelief.
"Fine. If that's how you're going to be then I will. Nothing you do is going to bring her back. It's best you just move on with your life. There are bigger and better things for you Christian. You're just too pathetic to notice them."
" Fuck you and get out of my house!How the hell could you do this to me? I thought you were my friend Toulouse."
" I am. I'm just sick and tired of you being so depressed and sorry for yourself. Take a bath, you smell terrible." he spat before walking back through the door.
"Yeah what -ever! Go tell Harold to shove his offer up his ass because I won't show!" I yelled through the door.
Anger was beginning to shoot through me like a bullet. I wanted to get over this but I couldn't. My sorrrow was turning into pain and the things that once made me happy are never to return. Even Toulouse failed me. My one best friend that I thought I could count on is calling my undying love for Satine an obsession, and it's killing me. I was completely broken-down and worthless. My life as a Bohemian was torn apart. The best thing that I could do was to get as far away from here as possible.
Sorry it's short! The next one will be longer I promise. I hope you liked it!
Part 2
The door closed gently and I was still staring at him. He didn't even rise above my waist,the creepy fellow. He was once my best friend. Now, I know nothing of him. Why was he here? What did he want from me? I had absolutely nothing for him.
" What did you come here for? Are you going to tell me or not?"
He was too busy sniffing the empty absainth bottles on the table to listen.
"Hello!Are you listening to me?"
" Hmmmmm? Oh,yes I forgot. Harold Zidler of the Moulin Rouge said he wants to hire you back.."
" Hire me back? Why would he want to do a stupid thing like that for?"
" Because you were the best writer in Montmarte aside from the fact that you have to get over this, obsession."
" oh so now you're calling it an obsession? How dare you come here and bring me such disgust!"
" I'm sorry Christian look, the Moulin Rouge needs you."
"No Toulouse, it needs her. Not me. It never needed me. She was the Sparkling Diamond.I was just the writer. Who cares what happens to me. Now that she's gone the Moulin Rouge will never come to life again."
" Don't talk to me like that Christian. I have better things to do than to listen to you mope about her. Don't you think I've heard enough crap about this incident already?"
" Well if all you're going to do is complain about my "obsession" than get out of here! Get out you bastard!"
He stared at me in disbelief.
"Fine. If that's how you're going to be then I will. Nothing you do is going to bring her back. It's best you just move on with your life. There are bigger and better things for you Christian. You're just too pathetic to notice them."
" Fuck you and get out of my house!How the hell could you do this to me? I thought you were my friend Toulouse."
" I am. I'm just sick and tired of you being so depressed and sorry for yourself. Take a bath, you smell terrible." he spat before walking back through the door.
"Yeah what -ever! Go tell Harold to shove his offer up his ass because I won't show!" I yelled through the door.
Anger was beginning to shoot through me like a bullet. I wanted to get over this but I couldn't. My sorrrow was turning into pain and the things that once made me happy are never to return. Even Toulouse failed me. My one best friend that I thought I could count on is calling my undying love for Satine an obsession, and it's killing me. I was completely broken-down and worthless. My life as a Bohemian was torn apart. The best thing that I could do was to get as far away from here as possible.
Sorry it's short! The next one will be longer I promise. I hope you liked it!