Disclaimer: I don't own Moulin Rouge or any of the characters in this
story. (I do want to meet Ewan McGregor, though)
A/N: This chapter is a little smaller than the others (I think) are. Anyway, hope it is enjoyed.
Christian sat on his bed, wrapped in a blanket, staring blankly out the window. His heart had been shattered by the one person who had loved him. Supposedly loved him. Her faced haunted his mind. She had smiled. She had smiled when she ripped his heart out and fed it to the dogs. She had shown him how naive and stupid he really was, to actually believe that she loved him, to trust her. He remembered her words the first night they had met. "Christian", she had said, "I'm a courtesan. I make men believe what they want to believe."
'But I still fell for her.' Christian lowered his head in shame. 'I still believed that I could change her that love would conquer all.' He picked up the nearest object, an empty bottle of absinthe and threw it at the wall. "They used me!!!" He screamed. "They used me, and now I'll be cast aside like everything else. How could I believe she loved me."
'I had always told her she was a wonderful actress. And she proved me right. She did her job so very well.' Christian resumed staring out the window at the wretched Moulin Rouge. The club of his dreams had turned into his worst nightmare. If looks could destroy, the windmill would have been a fiery pile of ash in seconds. He continued staring numbly, blankly. Until something interrupted his pain. And then magnified it. Toulouse walked into the tiny room, intent on making Christian believe what he already knew. Satine still loved him.
He started to talk to Christian, but he ignored all of it. Still, Toulouse continued speaking to him. Christian sat gritting his teeth, trying to keep his friends words from entering his brain and becoming logic. But he did not succeed entirely.
"Things are not always as they seem." Toulouse concluded, staring at Christian. Christian heard this remark and his bitter mind and heart retorted. "Things are exactly as they seem." He said in an icy, calm tone. Toulouse wouldn't let him win that easily.
"Christian, you may see me only as a drunken, vice ridden gnome whose only friends are pimps and girls of the brothel, but I know about art and love. If only because I long for it with every fiber of my being." He continued staring at Christian, hoping his speech had sunk in. "She loves you, I know it. I know she loves you." It all made too much sense to Christian, and he didn't want it to. He didn't' want logic.
"Go away, Toulouse, leave me alone." He said, still not looking at his friend. "Go away." he repeated. Toulouse only appeared a little phased by this and stayed at Christian's side, giving him a pitying look. Christian didn't want pity. "GO AWAY!!!!!" he yelled, uncharacteristically. Toulouse just paused, looked at his friend and left. Left Christian to himself, his pain, and his thoughts.
Christian's mind began racing and Toulouse's words starting clicking in his head. His once rock solid opinions and thoughts, the only things he was sure about, he now doubted. Toulouse had filled his mind with doubt and there was only one way to be sure. Christian knew what he had to do.
A/N: This chapter is a little smaller than the others (I think) are. Anyway, hope it is enjoyed.
Christian sat on his bed, wrapped in a blanket, staring blankly out the window. His heart had been shattered by the one person who had loved him. Supposedly loved him. Her faced haunted his mind. She had smiled. She had smiled when she ripped his heart out and fed it to the dogs. She had shown him how naive and stupid he really was, to actually believe that she loved him, to trust her. He remembered her words the first night they had met. "Christian", she had said, "I'm a courtesan. I make men believe what they want to believe."
'But I still fell for her.' Christian lowered his head in shame. 'I still believed that I could change her that love would conquer all.' He picked up the nearest object, an empty bottle of absinthe and threw it at the wall. "They used me!!!" He screamed. "They used me, and now I'll be cast aside like everything else. How could I believe she loved me."
'I had always told her she was a wonderful actress. And she proved me right. She did her job so very well.' Christian resumed staring out the window at the wretched Moulin Rouge. The club of his dreams had turned into his worst nightmare. If looks could destroy, the windmill would have been a fiery pile of ash in seconds. He continued staring numbly, blankly. Until something interrupted his pain. And then magnified it. Toulouse walked into the tiny room, intent on making Christian believe what he already knew. Satine still loved him.
He started to talk to Christian, but he ignored all of it. Still, Toulouse continued speaking to him. Christian sat gritting his teeth, trying to keep his friends words from entering his brain and becoming logic. But he did not succeed entirely.
"Things are not always as they seem." Toulouse concluded, staring at Christian. Christian heard this remark and his bitter mind and heart retorted. "Things are exactly as they seem." He said in an icy, calm tone. Toulouse wouldn't let him win that easily.
"Christian, you may see me only as a drunken, vice ridden gnome whose only friends are pimps and girls of the brothel, but I know about art and love. If only because I long for it with every fiber of my being." He continued staring at Christian, hoping his speech had sunk in. "She loves you, I know it. I know she loves you." It all made too much sense to Christian, and he didn't want it to. He didn't' want logic.
"Go away, Toulouse, leave me alone." He said, still not looking at his friend. "Go away." he repeated. Toulouse only appeared a little phased by this and stayed at Christian's side, giving him a pitying look. Christian didn't want pity. "GO AWAY!!!!!" he yelled, uncharacteristically. Toulouse just paused, looked at his friend and left. Left Christian to himself, his pain, and his thoughts.
Christian's mind began racing and Toulouse's words starting clicking in his head. His once rock solid opinions and thoughts, the only things he was sure about, he now doubted. Toulouse had filled his mind with doubt and there was only one way to be sure. Christian knew what he had to do.
