She sat in the rather uncomfortable seats of the train on her way to London. She was flying away just like she had always wanted, away from the whores, away from the clients, away from the Moulin Rouge. You'd think she be happier, wouldn't you? But his voice kept reverberating in her mind. Life was going to be different now; she had planned this to long to let something silly like love to mess it up.
It wasn't that hard to do what she had to do to get away. One important thing she had learned in Montmarte, everyone has a price. The Moulin Rouge's doctor had been quite cheap, but you must imagine it must have been hard only dealing with whores who didn't have enough to pay for treatments for the clap or syphilis. So, she had paid him off and been able to fly away and all would have been great, Zidler having the Rouge her with her freedom. Yes all would have been great if it hadn't been for her starry eyed writer, she could have left conscience free, but now she knew she had ruined his innocence, his love, his entire life probably.
The hardest part was hearing his screams, his screams to see me, my body, to know that it wasn't true, that I was alive. I heard those screams as I packed my bags, the doctor watched as I did this saying things such as "He's gonna want to see the body" and "What am I to say?" with my answer of "You tell them I died of consumption and that since it is so contagious that to open the body bag would mean death for everyone" She absentmindedly patted her abdomen as if reminding her that she wasn't completely alone and looked out the window to see the sky was crying for her, raining down gloom on the world. She began to sing the words flowing from her morose mouth.
Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion
I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lover's do
I want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining there to?
"It is just me and you baby. Us against the world." She muttered to herself then closed her eyes and tried to imagine what her and Christian's child would be like, but couldn't get past Christian's features. His dark hair and boyish face, his blue eyes brimming with excitement, but the one thing that haunted her memory was his smile. The smile that told you everything was alright, the one that when passing it you could know that he was happy and that would cause you to feel the same. Tears leaked from her eyes at the thought that he may never smile like that again. "I did this for him" she resolved, trying to convince herself that she had done right "The duke would have killed him and then killed our baby. And what good would that do?' She leaned her head against the cold window, and let exhaustion take her; maybe she would feel better once she reached London.
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How could she have done this to him?! He deserved better than this! To be left on the stage without his sweet Satine in his arms to share in his victory! It wasn't fair that she had to die!! It wasn't fair!!! Christian paced the room tears falling down his once joyful face. He took a swig of his bottle of whiskey. Ah Whiskey, his last friend, at least that would never leave him. He took another swig to find that his last bottle had run out. He threw across the room to hear it break with a satisfying crash. He then collapsed into a chair by the window and looked out on the night life of Paris and felt as the angst ridden song fell from his lips.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just to much that time cannot erase
When you'd cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hands through all these years
But you still have all of me
Christian broke down then placing his hands in his hands at weeping openly, little noises escaping his rocking form. His life was nothing without Satine, and most of this week he had been thinking of ways to end it. A knife to the heart seemed most apt as it was already torn to pieces. But a gun to the throat fit just as well. Life was nothing without his lover, his angel, his dove. She had finally flown away and he long completely to join her.
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Hello people!! This is my first Moulin Rouge fic and I hope it wasn't too bad. The songs were Here Comes the Rain Again by The Eurythmics & My Immortal by Evanesence. Both great songs and both bands misspelled the words for there name. Isn't that special!!!! Um OK I know this was really short, and I'm sorry but the beginning chapters are gonna be short but once I get this going they will hopefully be longer. OK on this side of me *Points to Right* is a cloning machine and on this side *Points to Left* is Christian!!!!!!!!! Yeah!!!*Hugs him tight* and to all my good reviewers they will get a Christian clone along with bag of Oreos!!!!!!!! Yeah!!! But I get to keep the original. *Takes Knife out and stabs Nickie Kidman* I always wanted to do that!!! K!! So like Review!!!!!!! REVIEW!!!!!
