Satine sat in her dressing room, a loose silk robe around her body. Her
mouth ached after belting out her song tonight. That, plus a smile was
plastered to her face when she saw that Jerome sent her flowers again. . .
She rose the card to her eyes for the thousandth time and read. 'My angel, never before had I seen anything as beautiful as you. I think I'm very much falling in love. Jerome.'
In her head, she kept rereading the last sentence. 'I think I'm very much falling in love.'
"Falling in love," she sighed. Butterflies beat in her stomach and she felt her entire body become warm. She sighed again. "I think I'm very much falling in love as well."
She pushed away from the dressing room counter and stood. "So this is love, Mmmmmm. So this is love. So this is what makes life divine."
She picked up a white rose and pressed it to her nose, drinking in the sweet smell. "And now I know. . . the key to all heaven is mine. My heart has wings and I can fly!" She spread her arms out and closed her eyes. "I'll touch ev'ry star in the sky!"
She looked in the mirror and saw her beaming face. Weeks ago. . . she didn't know who she was. Who knows what her life was like before. Happy. . . unhappy? Loved. . . unloved?
She was happy with Jerome. He took her to plays and held her hand. . . she was happy.
While looking into the mirror, her smile began to fade away for some reason. "So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of," she whispered. "So this is love."
She sat back down slowly and poured herself a glass of champagne and closed her eys as she let the cold liquor trickle down her throat. She noticed a drop stayed on her lip and licked it away, still tasting the coppery blood. . .
She set her glass down on the vanity, forcing a smile at the mirror. It was nothing. . . nothing. Harold said it was normal. Nothing was wrong.
"Silly girl," she said, giggling at herself for even worrying for a moment.
That night when Satine returned to The Elephant, she was surprised to see her room lit by dozens of candles, and Jerome, standing in the middle with a rose twirling around his fingers.
She smiled. "Jerome! I-"
"Are you better?" he asked, hurriedly.
Satine steadied herself for a moment, repeating in her head that her coughing fit the other night was nothing. "Yes, I'm feeling much better, thank you."
"Well then. . . I talked to Monsieur Zidler. He arranged for the candles and wine."
"What's the occasion?"
He walked to her slowly, letting the flower fall to the floor. "Us."
Jerome placed his hands on her hips and pulled her toward him, kissing her passionately. He pulled her over toward the direction of the bed and they made love in the candlelight.
Satine woke the next morning slowly, smiling. She had the best night of her life. . . she really was in love with Jerome, and he was in love with her.
She rolled over in the bed and felt around for Jerome, but felt only a cold spot. She opened her eyes and bolted straight up, but he was no where to be found.
"That's strange," she whispered. "Maybe. . . I dreamed it after all."
She glanced around the bed and saw her dress and corset sprawled across the floor in a heap along with a single white rose. A black bow tie hung over the edge of a chair.
No, Jerome had been here. . . but where was he now?
Satine wrapped the satin sheets around her naked body and shuffled to the night stand. Maybe he had left a note. . .
She sighed with relief when she noticed a white envelope with an attached note. Opening it, she read: My darling, I had a wonderful time last night. Sorry I had to go so soon, but I was called back on business. You can be sure of me calling on you as soon as I can get back in France. Jerome.
Funny. . . he sounded so serious. How unlike him. She shrugged. He probably had to leave soon and had only little time to write.
Next, she tore open the envelope, and with eyebrows pinched together, pulled out a large wad of money, similar to the kind that flew upon the stage as she danced. Why did he leave her money on the nightstand?
"May I come in?" Harold asked, opening the door without waiting for a reply. He smiled widely when he saw her in her sheet, holding the bills in her hand. "How much?"
"What?" she asked.
"How much did he leave you?"
"I. . . I don't know," she whispered. "Did he see you? Did he tell you where he was off to so suddenly this morning?"
Harold nodded, taking the envelope and flipping through the bills.
"Where did he go?" she asked.
He whistled, satisfied. "He must have really had a good time. . ."
"Where did he go?" she asked again, sternly.
He slowly dragged his eyes away from the money and looked at her. "Home. He told me he wasn't to stay long. . . wanted a night with you before he went back to his wife and-"
Satine felt the blood drain from her face and her knees buckled under her.
Harold rushed to her side. "Duckling. . . what's wrong."
Tears came to Satine's eyes as she pushed herself up to sit. "He's m. . . marr-"
"Oh yes. I wasn't supposed to tell you that. But I don't suppose it makes any difference, does it?"
Satine dropped her head back and felt the ache of her trembling chin. Married. . . Jerome was married. . . Jerome had a wife. . .
So what would that make her?
"Oh, God!" she screamed, falling to the floor again.
"Oh, don't bring Him into this," Harold said sternly, steadying her again. "He hasn't been around this underworld in quite some time."
"I'm a whore," she cried.
"Why, what else would you be?"
"He was married and I slept with him. . . oh, God!" She sobbed into her hands.
Harold put his finger under her chin and made her look into her eyes. "Pigeon, I thought you knew all this. . . it's just as you're song goes."
She looked at him, confused.
"The best things in life are free, doll," he said softly. "But you can keep them for the birds and bees. . ."
"Give me money," she whispered.
"You're the best I've got. . . I need you," he said sternly. "I thought you knew what went on here. . . I thought you understood."
"I loved him, Harold," she whispered. "I loved him. . . and he's married to another! Oh, God!"
If there was any kindness in him, he quickly shoved it aside. He brought his hand up to her cheek, striking her.
Satine sat, dazed, staring into his eyes with hurt confusion.
"The quickest way to break your heart, make you depressed and ill is to get tangled up inside," he yelled, pointed his finger at her. "As soon as your heart rules your head, your life is not your own. It's hell when someone's always there, it's bliss to be alone! And love of any kind is bad. DON'T fall in love!"
He took a deep breath. "That's my only rule here. . . you want to break it, you find somewhere else to live."
Rising from the floor, he slammed the door on his way out.
Satine felt the tears sting on her cheek and her eyes raw. Never in her life had she ever felt so. . . low. So. . . hurt. Was Harold right. . . was love just a waste of time?
Oh, but if Jerome wasn't married. . . how would it have been if he were just as she wished him to be, as in love with her as she was with him.
She pushed the tears away from her eyes and glanced at the vase of flowers lying on a shelf by the door. How happy she had been to get them. . . how beautiful they had been then. But now they were cracked and brown.
"The flowers you gave me are just about to die," she sang. "When I think about what could've been. . . makes me want to cry." She laughed at herself when she realized she already was, and rose to the mirror.
She was a mess - hair tousled, face and lips pale. She remembered looking into the mirror just as she left for the Elephant last night. She felt she could jump in her skin all the way around the world and still have strength to go around again.
Why? Why did this have to happen at all. He was so beautiful. . . he said such beautiful words and made her feel like she knew who she was with him. "The sweet words you whispered didn't mean a thing," she sang bitterly. "I guess our song is over as we begin to sing. Could've been so beautiful. Could've been so right. Could've been my lover every day of my life. Could've been so beautiful. Could've been so right. I'll never hold what could've been on a cold and lonely night."
She had imagine her life a dozen times with Jerome. . . how he'd take her far from this life and they'd live happily ever after. What went wrong?
"How did I come to this? How did I slip and fall? How did I throw half a lifetime away without any thought at all?"
She felt the tears fall again when she imagined the words they had shared, the bed they had shared. "This should have been my time. It's over," she shook her head, "it never began. I closed my eyes to so much for so long and I no longer can."
The signs were there. . . she was just too stupid and naive to notice them. Oh, how he must be laughing at her now.
But maybe it was her fault. "I try to blame it on fortune. Some kind of shift in a star." No matter how she looked at it, it was a mistake. He was married. . . she had slept with a married man. "But I know the truth and it haunts me. It's flown. . . just a little too far. I know the truth and it mocks me. I know the truth and it shocks me. It's flown just a little too far."
She still remembered the way his hand grazed her skin, or how his lips tasted. She remembered the way he held her hand as he led her out of the carriage to the play. She remembered his arm around her waist.
She scoffed. What was wrong with her? "Why do I want him still? Why when there's nothing there? How to go on with the rest of my life, to pretend I don't care. This should've been my time. It's over - it never began. I closed my eyes to so much for so long and I no longer can. I try to blame it on fortune. Some kind of twist in my fate. But I know the truth and it haunts me. I learned it a little too late. Oh, I know the truth and it mocks me. I know the truth and it shocks me."
She sighed as she sat down at her vanity. "I learned it. . .a little too late." She had become a whore overnight just because of a few soft words and a warm embrace.
The truth was just a few steps around the corner, but she learned it too late. "Too late."
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Disclaimer: All characters belong to me and my good friend Baz. Kinda got the original idea of an angel(mermaid) becoming human from The Little Mermaid.
A/N: WOAH! Haven't added anything for a while. . . I hate it when your muse simply leaves you without any instructions in the mean time. Ok, but I have this up, and I hope so much that you enjoyed it. . . now this stuff is out of the way, make way for the really juicy stuff to come!
Songs used: 'So this is love' by ?, 'Don't Fall In Love' from Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas, 'Could've Been' by ?, 'I Know The Truth' from Aida
She rose the card to her eyes for the thousandth time and read. 'My angel, never before had I seen anything as beautiful as you. I think I'm very much falling in love. Jerome.'
In her head, she kept rereading the last sentence. 'I think I'm very much falling in love.'
"Falling in love," she sighed. Butterflies beat in her stomach and she felt her entire body become warm. She sighed again. "I think I'm very much falling in love as well."
She pushed away from the dressing room counter and stood. "So this is love, Mmmmmm. So this is love. So this is what makes life divine."
She picked up a white rose and pressed it to her nose, drinking in the sweet smell. "And now I know. . . the key to all heaven is mine. My heart has wings and I can fly!" She spread her arms out and closed her eyes. "I'll touch ev'ry star in the sky!"
She looked in the mirror and saw her beaming face. Weeks ago. . . she didn't know who she was. Who knows what her life was like before. Happy. . . unhappy? Loved. . . unloved?
She was happy with Jerome. He took her to plays and held her hand. . . she was happy.
While looking into the mirror, her smile began to fade away for some reason. "So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of," she whispered. "So this is love."
She sat back down slowly and poured herself a glass of champagne and closed her eys as she let the cold liquor trickle down her throat. She noticed a drop stayed on her lip and licked it away, still tasting the coppery blood. . .
She set her glass down on the vanity, forcing a smile at the mirror. It was nothing. . . nothing. Harold said it was normal. Nothing was wrong.
"Silly girl," she said, giggling at herself for even worrying for a moment.
That night when Satine returned to The Elephant, she was surprised to see her room lit by dozens of candles, and Jerome, standing in the middle with a rose twirling around his fingers.
She smiled. "Jerome! I-"
"Are you better?" he asked, hurriedly.
Satine steadied herself for a moment, repeating in her head that her coughing fit the other night was nothing. "Yes, I'm feeling much better, thank you."
"Well then. . . I talked to Monsieur Zidler. He arranged for the candles and wine."
"What's the occasion?"
He walked to her slowly, letting the flower fall to the floor. "Us."
Jerome placed his hands on her hips and pulled her toward him, kissing her passionately. He pulled her over toward the direction of the bed and they made love in the candlelight.
Satine woke the next morning slowly, smiling. She had the best night of her life. . . she really was in love with Jerome, and he was in love with her.
She rolled over in the bed and felt around for Jerome, but felt only a cold spot. She opened her eyes and bolted straight up, but he was no where to be found.
"That's strange," she whispered. "Maybe. . . I dreamed it after all."
She glanced around the bed and saw her dress and corset sprawled across the floor in a heap along with a single white rose. A black bow tie hung over the edge of a chair.
No, Jerome had been here. . . but where was he now?
Satine wrapped the satin sheets around her naked body and shuffled to the night stand. Maybe he had left a note. . .
She sighed with relief when she noticed a white envelope with an attached note. Opening it, she read: My darling, I had a wonderful time last night. Sorry I had to go so soon, but I was called back on business. You can be sure of me calling on you as soon as I can get back in France. Jerome.
Funny. . . he sounded so serious. How unlike him. She shrugged. He probably had to leave soon and had only little time to write.
Next, she tore open the envelope, and with eyebrows pinched together, pulled out a large wad of money, similar to the kind that flew upon the stage as she danced. Why did he leave her money on the nightstand?
"May I come in?" Harold asked, opening the door without waiting for a reply. He smiled widely when he saw her in her sheet, holding the bills in her hand. "How much?"
"What?" she asked.
"How much did he leave you?"
"I. . . I don't know," she whispered. "Did he see you? Did he tell you where he was off to so suddenly this morning?"
Harold nodded, taking the envelope and flipping through the bills.
"Where did he go?" she asked.
He whistled, satisfied. "He must have really had a good time. . ."
"Where did he go?" she asked again, sternly.
He slowly dragged his eyes away from the money and looked at her. "Home. He told me he wasn't to stay long. . . wanted a night with you before he went back to his wife and-"
Satine felt the blood drain from her face and her knees buckled under her.
Harold rushed to her side. "Duckling. . . what's wrong."
Tears came to Satine's eyes as she pushed herself up to sit. "He's m. . . marr-"
"Oh yes. I wasn't supposed to tell you that. But I don't suppose it makes any difference, does it?"
Satine dropped her head back and felt the ache of her trembling chin. Married. . . Jerome was married. . . Jerome had a wife. . .
So what would that make her?
"Oh, God!" she screamed, falling to the floor again.
"Oh, don't bring Him into this," Harold said sternly, steadying her again. "He hasn't been around this underworld in quite some time."
"I'm a whore," she cried.
"Why, what else would you be?"
"He was married and I slept with him. . . oh, God!" She sobbed into her hands.
Harold put his finger under her chin and made her look into her eyes. "Pigeon, I thought you knew all this. . . it's just as you're song goes."
She looked at him, confused.
"The best things in life are free, doll," he said softly. "But you can keep them for the birds and bees. . ."
"Give me money," she whispered.
"You're the best I've got. . . I need you," he said sternly. "I thought you knew what went on here. . . I thought you understood."
"I loved him, Harold," she whispered. "I loved him. . . and he's married to another! Oh, God!"
If there was any kindness in him, he quickly shoved it aside. He brought his hand up to her cheek, striking her.
Satine sat, dazed, staring into his eyes with hurt confusion.
"The quickest way to break your heart, make you depressed and ill is to get tangled up inside," he yelled, pointed his finger at her. "As soon as your heart rules your head, your life is not your own. It's hell when someone's always there, it's bliss to be alone! And love of any kind is bad. DON'T fall in love!"
He took a deep breath. "That's my only rule here. . . you want to break it, you find somewhere else to live."
Rising from the floor, he slammed the door on his way out.
Satine felt the tears sting on her cheek and her eyes raw. Never in her life had she ever felt so. . . low. So. . . hurt. Was Harold right. . . was love just a waste of time?
Oh, but if Jerome wasn't married. . . how would it have been if he were just as she wished him to be, as in love with her as she was with him.
She pushed the tears away from her eyes and glanced at the vase of flowers lying on a shelf by the door. How happy she had been to get them. . . how beautiful they had been then. But now they were cracked and brown.
"The flowers you gave me are just about to die," she sang. "When I think about what could've been. . . makes me want to cry." She laughed at herself when she realized she already was, and rose to the mirror.
She was a mess - hair tousled, face and lips pale. She remembered looking into the mirror just as she left for the Elephant last night. She felt she could jump in her skin all the way around the world and still have strength to go around again.
Why? Why did this have to happen at all. He was so beautiful. . . he said such beautiful words and made her feel like she knew who she was with him. "The sweet words you whispered didn't mean a thing," she sang bitterly. "I guess our song is over as we begin to sing. Could've been so beautiful. Could've been so right. Could've been my lover every day of my life. Could've been so beautiful. Could've been so right. I'll never hold what could've been on a cold and lonely night."
She had imagine her life a dozen times with Jerome. . . how he'd take her far from this life and they'd live happily ever after. What went wrong?
"How did I come to this? How did I slip and fall? How did I throw half a lifetime away without any thought at all?"
She felt the tears fall again when she imagined the words they had shared, the bed they had shared. "This should have been my time. It's over," she shook her head, "it never began. I closed my eyes to so much for so long and I no longer can."
The signs were there. . . she was just too stupid and naive to notice them. Oh, how he must be laughing at her now.
But maybe it was her fault. "I try to blame it on fortune. Some kind of shift in a star." No matter how she looked at it, it was a mistake. He was married. . . she had slept with a married man. "But I know the truth and it haunts me. It's flown. . . just a little too far. I know the truth and it mocks me. I know the truth and it shocks me. It's flown just a little too far."
She still remembered the way his hand grazed her skin, or how his lips tasted. She remembered the way he held her hand as he led her out of the carriage to the play. She remembered his arm around her waist.
She scoffed. What was wrong with her? "Why do I want him still? Why when there's nothing there? How to go on with the rest of my life, to pretend I don't care. This should've been my time. It's over - it never began. I closed my eyes to so much for so long and I no longer can. I try to blame it on fortune. Some kind of twist in my fate. But I know the truth and it haunts me. I learned it a little too late. Oh, I know the truth and it mocks me. I know the truth and it shocks me."
She sighed as she sat down at her vanity. "I learned it. . .a little too late." She had become a whore overnight just because of a few soft words and a warm embrace.
The truth was just a few steps around the corner, but she learned it too late. "Too late."
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Disclaimer: All characters belong to me and my good friend Baz. Kinda got the original idea of an angel(mermaid) becoming human from The Little Mermaid.
A/N: WOAH! Haven't added anything for a while. . . I hate it when your muse simply leaves you without any instructions in the mean time. Ok, but I have this up, and I hope so much that you enjoyed it. . . now this stuff is out of the way, make way for the really juicy stuff to come!
Songs used: 'So this is love' by ?, 'Don't Fall In Love' from Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas, 'Could've Been' by ?, 'I Know The Truth' from Aida