* The words in italics are Christian's thoughts *
Chapter 1
"We should be lovers." Sang Christian soothingly into her eyes. "We should be lovers, and that's a fact." He finished. He wanted her to love him. But she didn't want him. She wanted a life, a career, and the Duke could give her just that.
"Christian, you don't know what your saying I don't love you, and I never have! Now please go away!" Said Satine staring him blankly in the eyes. Christian looked distraught. He knew he could make her love him. After all, what wasn't there to love?
"Never knew I could feel like this. Like I've never seen the sky bef – "
"Will you please stop! I DON'T LOVE YOU AND I NEVER WILL, YOU ARE A POOR WRITER WITH NO FUTURE!" Yelled Satine. "NOW GET OUT!" She finished pointing at the door in the rear of the elephant. Christian felt powerless, and walked slowly to the door that Satine was still pointing at.
Christian walked out onto the street, and saw Warner, the Duke's dirty work man, was pointing a gun to his head.
"P- please don't shoot me." Begged Christian.
"And why shouldn't I?" Said Warner with a cheeky grin.
"Because Satine doesn't want me. She wants the Duke. I can't give her the riches she deserves. I'm sure the Duke can give her more happiness than I ever could." Said Christian frowning.
"It's over Cwistian…………Chwistian, Cwistian, Cwistian." Said Toulouse shaking him out of a deep nightmare. He awoke, and it was 8 months to the day of Satine's death. Tiny beads of sweat peppered his face. He breathed heavily, and Toulouse was patting his forehead with a cool rag.
"I miss her so much." Christian sighed with a single tear dripping out of his eye.
"You were just dweaming Cwistian, it was just a dweam. Whatever it was." Said Toulouse. Christian rolled over and looked out of the window of his hotel room.
"I just wish things were different." Christian said.
"We all do Cwistian. We all wemember that night. But she did love you Cwistian, she really did." Said Toulouse slowly walking to the door. Christian just stared out the window, with tears sliding down his scruffy chin.
"I know she did." Christian whispered once Toulouse was out of the room. Then out of nowhere, a knock came on Christian's door.
"Toulouse, I am in no mood for any more talk." Christian said not moving his position. The knock came again.
"I said later Toulouse!" Christian yelled, still not moving. He closed his eyes for a moment. Why does my heart cry? Feelings I can't fight. The knock came once again. Christian now being fed up and wanting to wallow in sorrow got up to answer the door. "I'm not in the mood for any company right now." Christian said through the door.
"Christian, open the door, and let me in." Came a very familiar voice. Christians face brightened up, and opened the door. "Good god man, you look terrible." Said Harold Zidler.
"Yeah, well considering the circumstances, I think I'm allowed to look shitty." Said Christian motioning for Zidler to come into his room.
"Christian, come to the Moulin Rouge tonight. There's a show, and I think it'd be good to keep your mind busy. Please come." Zidler said while Christian stood at the foot of the window, staring out onto the life of Paris. Christian sighed.
"Alright." Said Christian. "I'll be there."
"Wonderful. I am overjoyed." Said Zidler. "Well, I'll leave you to it then." He finished and walked out.
If that old man thinks this'll take my mind off of everything, he is sadly mistaken! Christian walked over to the table, got a glass, and poured some Absinthe into it. He lit a match, and held it over the glass for a moment. In one swift stroke, the glass was gone. If I'm going out, I'd better shave. Christian walked into his bathroom, and when he emerged he had several pieces of toilet paper over his knicks to stop the bleeding. He had also showered, and just had a towel around his waist. He walked over to his closet and put on the Argentineans best suit. The same one he wore the first night he met Satine. He put it on, and was just as handsome on the first night, except his smile was different. It wasn't there.