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Chapter one
Christian sat on the floor of his garret tears his head in his hands, he'd been the for 2 days since the death of Satine, Satine just her name was enough to bring him to tears. He looked up at the picture of her sitting on his dresser, he stood up and walked over to it. Picking the photo up a single tear ran down his cheek and splashed onto her face. Suddenly something caught his eye just behind where her photo stood; he lifted the white envelope and saw 'Christian' written on the front in Satine's script He held the letter a thousand thoughts running through his head 'when did she write this?' 'How long has it been there?' 'Is she saying she doesn't love him?' 'Does she want to run away?' the questions kept coming, but the only way to find out was to read it. Christian opened the envelope and unfolded the letter
My Dear Christian
I wanted to tell you this to your face but seeing how things are at the moment I thought the only way to tell you this without being overheard is to write it. Christian I want to leave, I want to get away from the Moulin, the Duke, Harold, the men but my contract is for another 3 years, if I stay that long I think I will end up taking my own life. Christian I want to be with you, I love you, I want us to be free from everything except one another. Tonight my darling is opening night and I'm going to fake my death, I have planned it with the doctor he was an old friend of my father and he knows how much I hate it here. I'm going to do it right at the end of the show, then the doctor is going to take my "body" off, I will be spending the night in his barn and leaving first thing tomorrow morning to catch the train to London. Christian I want you to come with me, I want to spend the rest of my life with you I can understand why you might be upset with me or angry with me but please forgive me and come to London. After opening night come to the doctors house I have told him to let you see me but to tell everyone else I am dead. If I don't see you before tomorrow morning I will be in London and I want you to know Christian that you're the only one I have ever loved and ever will love, you've taught me so much and I will always love you. I hope to see you tomorrow Love you forever and always Satine xxxx
Christian folded the letter back into his pocket, she left yesterday morning it would be too late to catch her now, she was gone. He walked over to his bed and suddenly thought, the doctor, he would know where Satine was going surely; he could tell him where to find her. Christian quickly packed his bags, left his key and a note for Toulouse saying he couldn't bare it without Satine and left for the doctor's house.
Christian arrived at the doctors and knocked on the door, he answered and looked at Christian standing on his doorstep his luggage in one hand Satine's letter in the other "Where is she?" Christian asked "You better come in" the doctor said letting him in. Christian walked through to the sitting room where the doctors wife was sewing in a corner. "Has she gone to London already?" Christian asked "Yes, she left yesterday morning I'm sorry she didn't think you were coming" "I didn't get her letter until a few minutes ago" Christian said his head in his hands "Where is she?" "I don't know exactly where but she's around Piccadilly Circus and she's travelling under Satine James" Christian nodded "I'm going to London" The doctor smiled and nodded "I'll take you to the station if you want I'm going past there anyway"
"Thank you" "That's okay, now let's get going you should be able to catch the 1:30 train" the doctor said "Good luck" his wife called, Christian turned around and nodded in thanks to her.
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Chapter one
Christian sat on the floor of his garret tears his head in his hands, he'd been the for 2 days since the death of Satine, Satine just her name was enough to bring him to tears. He looked up at the picture of her sitting on his dresser, he stood up and walked over to it. Picking the photo up a single tear ran down his cheek and splashed onto her face. Suddenly something caught his eye just behind where her photo stood; he lifted the white envelope and saw 'Christian' written on the front in Satine's script He held the letter a thousand thoughts running through his head 'when did she write this?' 'How long has it been there?' 'Is she saying she doesn't love him?' 'Does she want to run away?' the questions kept coming, but the only way to find out was to read it. Christian opened the envelope and unfolded the letter
My Dear Christian
I wanted to tell you this to your face but seeing how things are at the moment I thought the only way to tell you this without being overheard is to write it. Christian I want to leave, I want to get away from the Moulin, the Duke, Harold, the men but my contract is for another 3 years, if I stay that long I think I will end up taking my own life. Christian I want to be with you, I love you, I want us to be free from everything except one another. Tonight my darling is opening night and I'm going to fake my death, I have planned it with the doctor he was an old friend of my father and he knows how much I hate it here. I'm going to do it right at the end of the show, then the doctor is going to take my "body" off, I will be spending the night in his barn and leaving first thing tomorrow morning to catch the train to London. Christian I want you to come with me, I want to spend the rest of my life with you I can understand why you might be upset with me or angry with me but please forgive me and come to London. After opening night come to the doctors house I have told him to let you see me but to tell everyone else I am dead. If I don't see you before tomorrow morning I will be in London and I want you to know Christian that you're the only one I have ever loved and ever will love, you've taught me so much and I will always love you. I hope to see you tomorrow Love you forever and always Satine xxxx
Christian folded the letter back into his pocket, she left yesterday morning it would be too late to catch her now, she was gone. He walked over to his bed and suddenly thought, the doctor, he would know where Satine was going surely; he could tell him where to find her. Christian quickly packed his bags, left his key and a note for Toulouse saying he couldn't bare it without Satine and left for the doctor's house.
Christian arrived at the doctors and knocked on the door, he answered and looked at Christian standing on his doorstep his luggage in one hand Satine's letter in the other "Where is she?" Christian asked "You better come in" the doctor said letting him in. Christian walked through to the sitting room where the doctors wife was sewing in a corner. "Has she gone to London already?" Christian asked "Yes, she left yesterday morning I'm sorry she didn't think you were coming" "I didn't get her letter until a few minutes ago" Christian said his head in his hands "Where is she?" "I don't know exactly where but she's around Piccadilly Circus and she's travelling under Satine James" Christian nodded "I'm going to London" The doctor smiled and nodded "I'll take you to the station if you want I'm going past there anyway"
"Thank you" "That's okay, now let's get going you should be able to catch the 1:30 train" the doctor said "Good luck" his wife called, Christian turned around and nodded in thanks to her.
Now please press that little review button and let me know what you think. Chapter 2 coming soon.