A/N: This chapter is kind of longer but it's good!!

Christian took the box of papers and glided through his garret door. He no longer wished to cramped in the small room for the entire day, but, instead, he want to have fresh air for once. He had come upon the idea of going to the park, where, he could have some privacy, or just a little, and even get the air he needed. Plus, he felt like if he was going to suffer then he might as well do it in a place were people are already suffering.

Christian pushed through the people in Montmartre. Those who had come to get drunk, shop, or just have a good time. He settled down on a park bench and looked around, to observe his surroundings. He looked at the pale faces of the children, who, underneath all their bruises and filth, were quite adorable, and, for the first time, Christian realized how much he actually wanted a child and how it could have been with Satine. Christian's eyes then fixed upon a woman. She resembled Satine in many ways but was lacking the sort of exciting personality that she had once had. He hair was red like Satine and her eyes were blue. He sat there and studied the woman for a while, the whole time thinking about how he wished he was with Satine at that very moment.

Realizing that he still had the box, he tore his eyes away from the girl and back to the box. He slid his hand inside and pulled out a worn piece of paper.

A sudden breeze chilled Christian slightly but he gave it no bother. Instead, he began to read the neat writing upon the paper he had just pulled out. It was a poem she had written.

Dear Christian,

I sit here now and I can't help but wonder what you are doing at this moment. I want so much to be there with you and how I wish we could expose our feelings to the world. It will be hard at the meeting, with Zidler, not to. Isn't it exciting, how we are going to turn the Moulin Rouge into a theatre? Well, I have spent most of the night, last night, writing this poem for you. I hope you enjoy it, for I am not much of a writer, but here it is:

Late at night when all the world is sleeping

I stay up and think of you

And I wish on a star

That somewhere you are thinking of me too

Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight

Til tomorrow I'll be holding you tight

And there's nowhere in the world

I'd rather be

Than here in my room dreaming about you and me

Wonder if you ever see me

and I wonder if you know

I'm there If you looked in my eyes

Would you see what's inside would you even care

I just wanna hold you close but so far

All I have are dreams of you

So I wait for the day (wait for the day)

And the courage to say

How much I love you (yes I do)

I'll be dreaming of you tonight

Til tomorrow I'll be holding you tight

And there's nowhere in the world that I'd rather be

Than here in my room dreaming about you and me

Late at night when all the world is sleeping

I stay up and think of you

And I still can't believe

That you came up to me and said I love you

I love you too

Now I'm dreaming with you tonight

Til tomorrow and for all my life

And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be

Than here in my room

Dreaming with you endlessly

So, what do you think?

I'll see you tonight…….

Much love from me,

Satine

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A/N: So what do you guys think? Is it good? Well, please review!!

I CAN'T write poetry so I put in a song instead, seeing as though Moulin Rouge is the type of movie that would do that..LOL…the song I used it called Dreaming of You and if you don't know already, it's by Selena.