Disclaimer: Satine and Christian do not belong to me, yet they belong to Baz. But the flowers do, as does the story, hence the copyright at the bottom.

The flowers didn't grow anymore in the single box outside Christian's garret. They had died the day the diamond did. She used to water them everyday, serenading them with her sweet notes that only she could string together and create something that resembled a song. They drooped as she coughed up the crimson flood from her frothed lungs. When she shuddered in her lover's arms, the roots pulled away from the soil slowly. . . And when the fire flamed, dizzying woman finally crossed the realm of the living into the world of the dead, she took the flowers with her.

Christian hated the now empty box. It was a chilling reminder of the green thumb his darling used to have. The very stems of those once colorful plants taunted him so deeply it cut him in a way he never thought possible.

Had it really been so long ago that they were thriving? He could still recall Satine's delicate touch with the flowers.

"They bring life, Christian." She had informed him before sprinkling the petals with drops of water. She had danced around the apartment moments before, clutching the watering can in her left hand and daintily circling her right hand around Christian's bed post.

It drove him nuts. The mere fact that someone this beautiful could be so simple yet so sultry at the same time blew his mind. She knew this. That's why everyday she strode into his apartment; she plucked the watering can from its spot by the window. She strolled to the sink and filled it up, draping herself over the counter so her body was twisted at such an angle. It drove him insane with want pounding in his ears, heart... all over. She knew this. And as the water dripped onto her small, pale wrists and she brought her lips to the spot to suck the water. And she would always glance his way- just to make sure he was watching.

After the difficult task of filling up a watering can while still keeping his ever present attention, she would make her way back to the window. She would roll her hips, a sure way to make her lover drool. She would elongate her neck to make her look like the elegant diamond the ones who didn't know her claimed her to be. Her bare feet would settle on the ledge and she would gain her balance before tipping the nozzle of the green can into the small box. The flowers would rush to meet her. Green suddenly invaded her skin and took her over for a few brief seconds. With that painful task completed, she would plop on the bed. She would say nothing, only draping her arm over the bed as if the arm needed something to put itself around.

He would never mean to give in. She looked too damn inviting to avoid it. He would climb onto the bed next to her; knees first than slowly the rest of his body would follow. They would lie next to each other and succeed for a little under a minute before climbing on top of each other and smothering the other in kisses.

But that had been before. That was before the life was stolen from his too tightly held embrace. Satine had faded from him. Looking at the dead garden before him, it was a wonder he didn't notice sooner.

"They bring life, Christian." She had told him once. Little did she know- there was no life without her.

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