I smiled at Satine, my face changing drastically as I saw her gasp for air. She fell seconds before I ran to catch her, her body almost limp in my arms. I felt her breaths shake her whole body as I heard her wheeze. What was wrong? To my horror I saw a slow trickle of blood escape the side of her mouth.

"Somebody fetch some help!" I yelled in between comforting words to Satine.

"I'm sorry Christian," She whispered breathily between gasps. "I'm dying." She finished. I shushed her. This couldn't be true. The desperation I felt in that moment alone was enough to fill up the whole theatre, the whole city of Paris even.

There is nothing worse than having your loved one die in front of you and you can do nothing to help. It is a complete and utter feeling of helplessness, and it is the worst feeling in the world.

She said again that she was sorry.

"You'll be alright." I said this over and over again, more to convince myself than her.

"Cold-" She whimpered. "I'm cold, I'm-I-hold me, Christian." She begged. I pulled her closer to my body, my eyes overflowing with salty tears. Satine, my Satine, was dying.

"You're okay." I said yet again. I couldn't accept the fact that I might never see her again. That I would never be able to touch her, or hug her or kiss her. "I love you." I said, feeling her tremble.

"You've got to go on, Christian." She whispered. I shook my head, fresh tears filling up my eyes.

"Can't go on without you, though." I protested. It was true; I couldn't go on without Satine.

"You've got so much to give." Those words made me realize in full that this was indeed the last time I would hold my Satine and be able to speak to her. This night, this moment, right now, it was the very last moment I would ever spend with her for the rest of my life.

This hit me like a rock. My face contorted as I held back racking sobs, my fingers trembling underneath Satine's body. She touched my face, only making the pain worse. This would be the last time I would ever feel her.

"Tell our story, Christian." She mumbled. I shook my head. I didn't want to have this story to tell. I didn't want it, I didn't. I started sobbing.

"No." I whimpered. She nodded.

"Yes. Promise me." I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"Promise me." I continued to cry.

"Promise me. Yes. That way, I'll always be with you." She started wheezing again, and I brought my head down and kissed Satine one last time.

In that very moment, before I had even pulled away, Satine died in my arms.

I stared at her. She was gone, and I could never, ever have her back. Never. Everyone backstage was silent as my sobs pierced the air. The audience on the other side was still cheering, they didn't have any idea what had just happened. I continued sobbing as Satine's limp body sagged in my arms. That night was the last night I saw Satine for the rest of my life.

[There was a boy. A very strange enchanted boy]

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. And then one not so very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down and I wrote our story.

A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people.

But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever.

The end.