Disclaimer; I don't own any of the following characters; Christian, Satine,
Harold, Marie. I also don't own the songs from Moulin Rouge.
Fan Fic
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." It had been two years since that fatal night and now I had finished my book. I still live in the garret I lived in at the time I met Satine. But she was gone now. Two years later I was still here writing about truth beauty freedom and love. If not for my own reasons for Satine's dying wish. It was around midnight and in the middle of my thought I heard a loud knock at the door. It was Marie, Satine's friend and maid from the Moulin Rouge. "I have some bad news." She stated bluntly, "Harold is dead.I found him this morning. The doctor said he had a massive heart attack and died shortly after waking up with chest pain." I sat down and put my head in my hands. Harold had been a great friend and support after Satine had died. He had even saved my life by preventing the duke from shooting me, or worse, Satine. I just stayed like that for what seemed to be several hours but when I looked back up Marie was still there. My own heart ached now, not only for my other half but also for my dear friend who was also close to Satine. "I've been in his room all day and started to clean out his room," she went on, "and I found this." She extended her hand and held out an elegant key. Engraved on the top was "Mme. Satine" "It's the key to her dressing room" I winced in pain and a sharp stab of realization hit my body as I remembered how Harold had locked her entire life in that room. As if he didn't want it to be disturbed until she came back. He, much like myself, was crushed with her death and had his own way of dealing with it. "Christian," Marie said, "The Moulin Rouge is closed and now with Harold gone there will be no one to look after its empty halls. Her belongings will eventually be destroyed. Save them. You should have them to remember her by. Please. Go to her room and save her things."
The next day I woke up, pried myself out of bed and got dressed. As I stepped out of the building the sun burned my eyes. It was the first time I had gotten out of my garret in two weeks. The rays teased my eyes and I had to shield them with my hand. I approached the old battered Moulin Rouge and couldn't keep the past memories from floating in and out of my head. From that first wild night to our last dying day. As I stepped into the club I was surprised to see that it was empty. I took a few painful glances around the hall and walked briskly toward the upper level and into the hall. I say a door with a sign that read "Satine" I put the key in the lock and turned the knob.
Fan Fic
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." It had been two years since that fatal night and now I had finished my book. I still live in the garret I lived in at the time I met Satine. But she was gone now. Two years later I was still here writing about truth beauty freedom and love. If not for my own reasons for Satine's dying wish. It was around midnight and in the middle of my thought I heard a loud knock at the door. It was Marie, Satine's friend and maid from the Moulin Rouge. "I have some bad news." She stated bluntly, "Harold is dead.I found him this morning. The doctor said he had a massive heart attack and died shortly after waking up with chest pain." I sat down and put my head in my hands. Harold had been a great friend and support after Satine had died. He had even saved my life by preventing the duke from shooting me, or worse, Satine. I just stayed like that for what seemed to be several hours but when I looked back up Marie was still there. My own heart ached now, not only for my other half but also for my dear friend who was also close to Satine. "I've been in his room all day and started to clean out his room," she went on, "and I found this." She extended her hand and held out an elegant key. Engraved on the top was "Mme. Satine" "It's the key to her dressing room" I winced in pain and a sharp stab of realization hit my body as I remembered how Harold had locked her entire life in that room. As if he didn't want it to be disturbed until she came back. He, much like myself, was crushed with her death and had his own way of dealing with it. "Christian," Marie said, "The Moulin Rouge is closed and now with Harold gone there will be no one to look after its empty halls. Her belongings will eventually be destroyed. Save them. You should have them to remember her by. Please. Go to her room and save her things."
The next day I woke up, pried myself out of bed and got dressed. As I stepped out of the building the sun burned my eyes. It was the first time I had gotten out of my garret in two weeks. The rays teased my eyes and I had to shield them with my hand. I approached the old battered Moulin Rouge and couldn't keep the past memories from floating in and out of my head. From that first wild night to our last dying day. As I stepped into the club I was surprised to see that it was empty. I took a few painful glances around the hall and walked briskly toward the upper level and into the hall. I say a door with a sign that read "Satine" I put the key in the lock and turned the knob.
