Chapter 3
Christian was speechless. He just glared in awe at her beautiful face. The face he hadn't seen in 8 months.
"Christian. It's me Christian." Satine said standing up, and walking towards him. Christian shook his head.
"No." He said. "Your lying get out!"
"Christian!? It's me, Satine." She said. Christian walked over to the door, and opened it.
"Get out, stop playing with my mind." Satine didn't move she just stared into his eyes. "Get out." He said softly but sternly. Satine sighed and walked out of the door. Christian slammed the door behind her, and slid down it and sat on the floor, with his face in his hands.
"Come what may." Satine sang softly through the door. "I'll be at the Moulin Rouge if you change your mind. I love you." She said and then left. She walked out of the hotel, stopped and looked up at his window. He wasn't there. She didn't know how he had changed. She had to explain to him what happened.
Christian sat at the door crying for an hour. He finally got up and took a shot of Absinthe and lay down on his bed. Since her "death" he had become quite a heavy drinker. He didn't know what to think. Was it really her? Was it even possible? It looked exactly like her. She is so beautiful. But no, how? I won't believe it; I can't believe it. He thought to himself. But how does she know Come What May? Zidler must have told her. That's it he told her to pretend she was Satine, and trick me so I'd be happy again. Well he can't fool me…I wonder how much he paid her? Well it's not important. It's not her, it can't be, it's impossible. I saw her die, right in my arms. It's impossible. And with this Christian started to cry again. Soon after, Christian fell asleep.
"Why my dear Duke, You can please a girl in more ways than you know." Satine said kissing the Duke.
"Well my dear, anything for the most beautiful woman in the world." The Duke said. They kissed again.
"I'm just glad we got that foolish writer out of our way, now we can be happy." Satine said. Christian was looking in the window at this.
"His eyes upon your face, his hand upon your hand, his lips caress your skin, it's more than I can stand." Christian sang into the window causing fog from his breath. He turned and walked away. He went back into his hotel room.
"Toulouse, do you have any rope?" Christian asked from the large hole in his ceiling.
"No Cwistian, why?" Toulouse asked.
"No reason." Christian said. He glared at the full bottle of Absinthe. He poured a glass and drank it in one furious gulp.
"Drink all of me Christian. You know you want to." Said the green fairy coming to life.
"I saw- I saw her kissing the Duke." He told the green fairy.
"That's why drinking me will make you feel all better inside." The green fairy said. Christian nodded and drank the whole bottle. He stood up, and then collapsed. Toulouse heard the crash of his body on the floor and came rushing down.
"Cwistian. Cwistian. Wake up. Oh no Cwistian!" Toulouse screamed. "Satie come here quick!" Toulous screamed.
"Cwistian, can you hear me? Cwistian." Toulouse said slapping his face. Satie came down and took his pulse.
"Oh my – Toulouse, Christian is dead." Satie said. The room went silent. Toulouse looked around and saw the empty bottle of Absinthe.
"He dwank himsewf to death." Toulouse said.
Christian's eyes snapped open. He was sweating and panting. A dream. It was just a dream. He thought as he lay back down, still panting on the bed. I'm never drinking again. Christian could not fall back to sleep. His mind was still on the Satine imposter. He lay in his bed going over everything in his mind until dawn. He looked out the window and saw the morning's first light. He sat up, and looked over at his closet, then to his mirror. He stood up, and walked into the bathroom. He started brushing his teeth. Come What May… of course! Come What May, I will love you until my dying day. He finally realized what she meant. The toothbrush dropped out of his mouth into the sink. He quickly rinsed his mouth, and hurriedly put on a suit.