Christian dug further into the crate. Searching for answers to her life that she had left so soon. Now, after receiving her letter that had marked her legacy, Christian wanted more. He checked between every piece of clothing and still nothing. He sat back on his heels and gave out a moan. He covered his face in his hands and rubbed his eyes. There just had to be something more.
Christian turned around and looked up at the hole that the bohemians made long ago. He pulled himself up and looked around, expecting not to find anything for they had evacuated the hotel shortly after the sparkling Satine's death. Christian's eyes came across a bow hidden under some debris, from the weak ceiling. He snatched it up and quickly took it back down into his garret.
He opened the box carefully to reveal secret letters that had been written to him by none other than Satine herself. Why were they hidden from him and why did the bohemians have them? He slowly pulled the top letter out and began to read it.
Dear Christian,
Hello Love,
Right now, I am attending to Harold, at the Moulin Rouge, and secretly writing this letter to you in hopes that you soon will be laying your eyes upon it. I just want to know what you were up to today because I am thinking about visiting the market and wondering whether or not you would like to join me?
Last night was wonderful, I love being in your arms. You write beautiful poetry and you have a special singing talent. How wonderful life is now you're in the world…remember? Well, I am off now, Harold is calling for me. I wish to see you later! Lot's of love to you my darling poet.
Always,
Satine
Christian lowered the letter out of view and closed his eyes. A single tear fell from his eye and trickled down his cheek. And, then, another and another until Christian was fully in tears. He missed Satine so much.