I own nothing, let's get to it.
He laid there on the floor, for who knows how long, just wallowing in his self-pity. "How could she do this to me?" he thought "I loved her and she left me, left me to die..."
But did she leave him to die? While he held her she struggled to stay alive but everyone gave up hope, and left her on her stage to die, a real actress. The curtain call never happened, and that was the last night of the show. In the morning Satine was gone and everyone thought Christian took her and buried her, not wanting to add to his grief they left him alone. But he didn't. Not even the bohemians talked to him anymore, the only people who came to call at his garret were the women, and even they stopped after a while. He had nothing, only money, and no one to share it with. So that is how he lived for three years, drunken and alone.
"Rap, rap" came the door one sunny spring day. Christian didn't even entrain the feeling to get it; he just lay there, motionless.
"Open the door." Came Toulouse
"No, go away." Christian said, a little more sober than usual
"Fine, I'm coming in." he said, and he did just that since Christian didn't care to lock his door.
"Go away, I don't want to see you, or talk to you, just leave me alone!" hissed Christian
Toulouse found it interesting that Christian didn't even slur once and said "You need to get up and out. It's been three years and you need to move on. I know you know it because you didn't slur, which means you are not drunk, well at least not very drunk, and by not being drunk you are realizing there is more to life then this garret."
"Well, it nice to know you are observing my every move and action, but I don't care what you think, I'm not leaving."
"Yes, you are. How do I know this, you might ask. Well, I know this because you believe in Truth, Freedom, Beauty, and LOVE. You, as a bohemian, can only live so long without all four. Especially the last one, in you're case." He stated, quite sure of himself
"You're wrong, I don't need any of that, all I need is this bottle of absinthe." He stated, equally as sure of himself, and put the bottle to his lips poised to take a sip
"Stop it you dolt!" Toulouse yelled, smacking the bottle to the ground and looking at Christian, who in turn was looking at his smashed bottle in horror.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR??" Christian yelled, ready to throttle Toulouse
"Don't you understand? She wouldn't want to see you like this." he whispered, trying to calm Christian a little
"Don't you understand? I don't care how she would want to see me, she is gone and there's nothing you or I or anyone can do about that." He replied, getting ready to go out to buy a new bottle or two, or three of absinthe, then getting an idea he said, "See? I do go out, all the time."
"To buy more absinthe? Yeah, that's a real trip." Toulouse snapped
"Just get out, if you're here when I get back you are gonna pay." He snapped back and slammed the door
Christian staggered down the stairs, out into the street and over to the liquor store. The man behind the register recognized him, as he always did, and got Christian what he wanted. As he was going home he found himself in front of the Moulin Rouge. He stared up at it, once so proud, now nothing but a pile of rubble with a sixty-foot once-was elephant before it. Seeing it made him think of her, how graceful she was the first time he saw her, how beautiful she was on the stage in Spectacular Spectacular. The more he thought the more the tears started to flow. He turned to go home when he saw someone, a girl with strawberry blonde hair sitting at the foot of the elephant, she was crying. She looked so familiar, but he could not place her, so he went over to she what was the matter.
"Don't cry, what's wrong?" he asked, sitting next to her
"I came here to f-f-find my sister, but this place is a-a-all shut up and she is g-g-gone......" the girl, who so seeing he close up, he realized was not a girl, but a young woman, wailed
"I used to......work here, I'm sure I can help you find who you are looking for. Most of the girls still live around here." He said, trying to comfort her
"Her n-n-name is......is.......is...Satine!" she wailed
Her name pierced his heart, but he wanted to help the woman so he said, "Umm, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but she...died, four years ago."
"She cou-cou-couldn't have, she sent me a l-l-l-letter just last week, saying she w-w-wanted me to come see her. But she didn't put an a-a- address. This was the last place I knew s-s-she was." The woman sobbed, but calming a little
Christian felt as though he had all the worlds riches bestowed to him, "Really?? This is EXCELLENT!!" he shouted
"W-w-what is? My sister being gone?" she said, a little irritated
"NO!! She's not dead!! I have to find her, do you have this letter, may I see it?" he asked eagerly
"Y-y-yes, it's right here." She said, handing it to him
"Thank you" he said as he read it
My Dearest Bella,
How are you? I' have been missing you so much. I am still in Paris, but I have lost my job and have been looking for another one. With the smoggy air my condition is worsening, but I am getting along. As I told you, I am still trying to find Christian, but since he moved into a new garret I have been unsuccessful. Oh, how I miss him so, but I bet to say he does not miss me. I'm sure he has found someone new and better to love. I did, however move into his old garret and it is good to be back here. Well, I must finish up, places to go, a job to look for.
Your Sister,
Satine
P.S. Could you come and visit me? I hope so
He could not believe it, she has been right here the whole time, and he was wasting his life in a bottle. He had forgotten the woman next to him, but her word's reminded him she was there.
"Do you know this......" she check the letter "Christian? Maybe he can help me." She asked
"Yes, I am Christian." He said softly
"OH! You are? This is wonderful, now I can find my sister and bring her one, true love to her as well!" she exclaimed, "This is wonderful!"
"I know it is," he said smugly "I thought she had died on that stage.........if I had known, I would have been looking for her." He said, a little sadly
"This is just so perfect!" she said, now overcome with joy, "we must go, right away!"
As he followed he showed her to his new garret to freshen up a bit he saw a garbage bin on the street and threw his bag of absinthe bottles in to it.
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He laid there on the floor, for who knows how long, just wallowing in his self-pity. "How could she do this to me?" he thought "I loved her and she left me, left me to die..."
But did she leave him to die? While he held her she struggled to stay alive but everyone gave up hope, and left her on her stage to die, a real actress. The curtain call never happened, and that was the last night of the show. In the morning Satine was gone and everyone thought Christian took her and buried her, not wanting to add to his grief they left him alone. But he didn't. Not even the bohemians talked to him anymore, the only people who came to call at his garret were the women, and even they stopped after a while. He had nothing, only money, and no one to share it with. So that is how he lived for three years, drunken and alone.
"Rap, rap" came the door one sunny spring day. Christian didn't even entrain the feeling to get it; he just lay there, motionless.
"Open the door." Came Toulouse
"No, go away." Christian said, a little more sober than usual
"Fine, I'm coming in." he said, and he did just that since Christian didn't care to lock his door.
"Go away, I don't want to see you, or talk to you, just leave me alone!" hissed Christian
Toulouse found it interesting that Christian didn't even slur once and said "You need to get up and out. It's been three years and you need to move on. I know you know it because you didn't slur, which means you are not drunk, well at least not very drunk, and by not being drunk you are realizing there is more to life then this garret."
"Well, it nice to know you are observing my every move and action, but I don't care what you think, I'm not leaving."
"Yes, you are. How do I know this, you might ask. Well, I know this because you believe in Truth, Freedom, Beauty, and LOVE. You, as a bohemian, can only live so long without all four. Especially the last one, in you're case." He stated, quite sure of himself
"You're wrong, I don't need any of that, all I need is this bottle of absinthe." He stated, equally as sure of himself, and put the bottle to his lips poised to take a sip
"Stop it you dolt!" Toulouse yelled, smacking the bottle to the ground and looking at Christian, who in turn was looking at his smashed bottle in horror.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR??" Christian yelled, ready to throttle Toulouse
"Don't you understand? She wouldn't want to see you like this." he whispered, trying to calm Christian a little
"Don't you understand? I don't care how she would want to see me, she is gone and there's nothing you or I or anyone can do about that." He replied, getting ready to go out to buy a new bottle or two, or three of absinthe, then getting an idea he said, "See? I do go out, all the time."
"To buy more absinthe? Yeah, that's a real trip." Toulouse snapped
"Just get out, if you're here when I get back you are gonna pay." He snapped back and slammed the door
Christian staggered down the stairs, out into the street and over to the liquor store. The man behind the register recognized him, as he always did, and got Christian what he wanted. As he was going home he found himself in front of the Moulin Rouge. He stared up at it, once so proud, now nothing but a pile of rubble with a sixty-foot once-was elephant before it. Seeing it made him think of her, how graceful she was the first time he saw her, how beautiful she was on the stage in Spectacular Spectacular. The more he thought the more the tears started to flow. He turned to go home when he saw someone, a girl with strawberry blonde hair sitting at the foot of the elephant, she was crying. She looked so familiar, but he could not place her, so he went over to she what was the matter.
"Don't cry, what's wrong?" he asked, sitting next to her
"I came here to f-f-find my sister, but this place is a-a-all shut up and she is g-g-gone......" the girl, who so seeing he close up, he realized was not a girl, but a young woman, wailed
"I used to......work here, I'm sure I can help you find who you are looking for. Most of the girls still live around here." He said, trying to comfort her
"Her n-n-name is......is.......is...Satine!" she wailed
Her name pierced his heart, but he wanted to help the woman so he said, "Umm, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but she...died, four years ago."
"She cou-cou-couldn't have, she sent me a l-l-l-letter just last week, saying she w-w-wanted me to come see her. But she didn't put an a-a- address. This was the last place I knew s-s-she was." The woman sobbed, but calming a little
Christian felt as though he had all the worlds riches bestowed to him, "Really?? This is EXCELLENT!!" he shouted
"W-w-what is? My sister being gone?" she said, a little irritated
"NO!! She's not dead!! I have to find her, do you have this letter, may I see it?" he asked eagerly
"Y-y-yes, it's right here." She said, handing it to him
"Thank you" he said as he read it
My Dearest Bella,
How are you? I' have been missing you so much. I am still in Paris, but I have lost my job and have been looking for another one. With the smoggy air my condition is worsening, but I am getting along. As I told you, I am still trying to find Christian, but since he moved into a new garret I have been unsuccessful. Oh, how I miss him so, but I bet to say he does not miss me. I'm sure he has found someone new and better to love. I did, however move into his old garret and it is good to be back here. Well, I must finish up, places to go, a job to look for.
Your Sister,
Satine
P.S. Could you come and visit me? I hope so
He could not believe it, she has been right here the whole time, and he was wasting his life in a bottle. He had forgotten the woman next to him, but her word's reminded him she was there.
"Do you know this......" she check the letter "Christian? Maybe he can help me." She asked
"Yes, I am Christian." He said softly
"OH! You are? This is wonderful, now I can find my sister and bring her one, true love to her as well!" she exclaimed, "This is wonderful!"
"I know it is," he said smugly "I thought she had died on that stage.........if I had known, I would have been looking for her." He said, a little sadly
"This is just so perfect!" she said, now overcome with joy, "we must go, right away!"
As he followed he showed her to his new garret to freshen up a bit he saw a garbage bin on the street and threw his bag of absinthe bottles in to it.
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