Wow that was what..5...6 weeks...sheesh! Well the final installment...im going to miss writing this. starts to cry I tried to make it different from any other epilogue ever made but that just made it take longer...it was too long and it wasn't going anywhere so I cut it snip snip!

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And thanks to all the people who have been and stuck with me and my insane ideas of life , wither it was from day one or now! And to the people ive stepped on over the years and the many more who stepped on me! Anyways....enjoy!

Epilogue-

That had been almost one year ago...

A high pitched scream emitted from the other side of the garret door, pulling Christian out from his reverie. He slowly raked his hand in his hair as he saw his friends staring at him. He smiled nervously and sat back down. For the past few months, he had been nothing but a nervous wreck. It was obvious but he refused to admit it.

"It would be long from now...," He thought, his eyes hardly blinking. Christian checked his pocket watch for what seemed to be the hundredth time. Every passing minute seemed like an eternity to him. And it took every ounce of his will power not to get up and just be with his wife.

He stopped for a moment as he looked back up and saw similar looks of expectancy on his companions' faces. A lot had happened. From the first day he came to Paris, to what was happening now. It would have been ridiculous to say nothing hadn't.

Christian let his eyes wander around the hall and fixed them to the large man in the all too familiar red suit...

With the Duke dead, Spectacular Spectacular's future was left in the rain. Harold was forced to place the show on a 'temporary hold.' Some of the can can dancers were left in the streets and Zidler hit rock bottom. He spent his nights wandering from bars to brothels, searching for something. He never told me what. "The show must go on..." He kept telling me. Luckily, a few months after post powning, things finally brightened up. Harold was able to influence yet another wealthy patron to invest in the show and finally got the big break he had been waiting for. But the investor wasn't a Duke. It was some Count by the name of Von Groovy... Never the less, the transformation of the Moulin Rouge into a theater was no less than genius. He had young aspiring writers once like myself go to him with the wildest ideas for new shows. After that, Harold Zidler never had to worry about money again.

Christian's eyes wandered to his once magical sitar...

Henri Marie Raymond Toulouse Letrec Montfa. Christian smiled as his friend took another swig of a favorite green liquor. Toulouse was the true definition of the word 'bohemian.' With the ramblings and unique concepts in his artwork he always seemed to have. His strong beliefs in 'Truth, Beauty, Freedom, and Love.' A child of the revolution and a true friend. "I don't know where I'd be without him..." Christian thought, not being the first time. It was the odd dwarf dressed as a nun who gave him his first job in Paris, introduced him to the Sparkling Diamond, and then told him where she was when she vanished. Not to mention his first glass of absinthe!

The Sparkling Diamond. Christian took an old photograph from his pocket. It was a picture of Satine and him Toulouse had taken on her birthday. They sat on the bed, while he planted a light kiss on her cheek. The times of when the Sparkling Diamond nearly shattered filled his mind...

She was on a balcony, listening to her lover's heart's cry. 'Come what may,' she sang. Then the Duke's irksome presence...

And she'd wake up, sobbing. "It had been so real. It was just a dream..." Satine told me once. "...But it really happened." When the Duke was finally gone, the world seemed to have moved on, but not Satine. She was afraid to go back to sleep, afraid of the nightmares that occupied her in her mind. Her road to recovery wasn't going to be an easy one but I made sure I was there every step of the way. Some nights we would simply sit there, in each other's arms, and knowing the other was there was enough.

Sometimes she would get up and walk over to the window at night and look down at the village of sin, thinking. She was so quiet at times, it seemed so unnatural. She would be hungry, but was unable to eat. Satine was too tense. It was though she thought the Duke would return for her somehow. She'd refuse to get up from bed and insist to be left alone. But little by little, Satine would gradually open up her soul to the man she loved. She had told me everything. I could tell it was both traumatic and cathartic for her, because as she described what happened, she found herself living the nightmare all over again; and at the same time, I think she was relieved to be able to talk about it.

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After being what seemed like the whole afternoon, the doctor eventually entered the room and Christian was finally allowed to see Satine. He turned the door with the slightest bit of hesitation. He gently pushed it open and shut the door behind him. He approached the bed. "Satine..." Christian whispered.

Ocean blue eyes fluttered open. She looked at him for a moment and smiled. "Oh Christian...It's a boy."

It was all Christian could do not to cry. "He's so beautiful." He barely made out looking at his newborn son. It was amazing. To believe that the bond between him and Satine was so strong that they were able to make such a precious gift. That their love was able to bring another life into the world.

Soft blue eyes slowly opened. "Say hello to your daddy Oliver," Satine cooned proudly.

"Oliver." Christian breathed. He took his son and kissed his forehead. Grey and blue eyes met for the first time, as the poet became lost for words. "Oliver James." His new pride and joy. Christian still couldn't believe it. He was finally a father. It didn't seem bad at all, nor was it as hard as he thought it was.

Satine and Christian looked at each other with nothing less than passionate love in their eyes. Christian was the father; there was no doubt about it. The resemblance was uncanny and there was no doubt in anyone's mind. Oliver had Satine's strong facial features and her bright ocean blue eyes. He had raven black hair and a small freckle on his forehead, which seemed to be inherited from his father.

XXX

It was now night and Christian was sitting at his typewriter. Oliver was sleeping in his new home. Satine was now resting on the bed after a light coughing fit. Christian became worried but she insisted it was nothing. If only he had seen her catch the blood from her mouth with an already soiled handkerchief...

A brand new chapter of Christian's life was unfolding right in front of him. Now he had the woman he loved and their newborn child to share it with. "There will never be a day when dreaming ends..." Christian thought aloud. He got up and laid next to a sleeping Satine. He stared at the ceiling as if he was in a dream...

As for me... well I just can't believe it. I am truly the luckiest man alive. To think one naïve act of ignorance and disobeying my father and leaving to follow my own dreams could lead me to the wonderful life I have. It is true. Love can overcome all obstacles, even if it is jealousy. Despite everything in their life, they were able to overcome any obstacle, together.

Christian moved a lock of Satine's hair from her face and just stared at her. Everything Satine went through, from the pressure and horrors of it all. You'd think she'd break like glass from it all. Then again her life story told the tale and proved that all wrong. The Sparkling Diamond was as strong as diamonds.

Then ever so slowly, Christian moved closer to Satine. He his lips hovered just above her ear. And he softly sang, just enough for the courtesan to hear, "Come what may, I will love you until my dying day..."

XXX

Song(s) used:
Come What May – David Baerwald how many times must I use this song to say it's an awesome song?!

So... whatcha think? Its finally over! Never actually thought I'd finish this story. Never thought it'd get past 4 reviews lol but hey it was my first story ever...never really thought I was the writer type, just wanted to try something new. Then again I think way too much...and hey...I'm pretty good at it! I have a few ideas for a new one or two hehehe but I learned a lesson with this story...imma finish the chapters before I post it!! The updates are killing me! Well adios for now...check out mi site wwwdotxangadotcom/tonicboom1 for the latest updates of the life of a Ewan-aholic! Lol

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