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The show was over. The curtain fell on the two lovers. They looked into each others eyes, not believing what just happened. Each thought it was a dream, but Satine felt a pain in her chest. Christian started to pull her away for the curtain call, but Satine stood still. She wouldn't, couldn't move. Christian looked back at Satine fighting for a breath. "S-Satine? What's wrong? What's happening?" He managed to get out before she collapsed, him catching her in his arms. "Christian, I'm dying." She slowly spoke those dreadful words. "I need for you to go on. To live your life without me." Harold ran to get the doctor, when he saw his little chic-pea fall to the ground, gasping for air. "But I don't want to go through life without you in it, Satine." Christian said his voice cracking. She could see the pain in his eyes, and she pleaded with God to let her have one more day. Just one more day to spend with Christian. All of a sudden, she felt no pain. All her troubles went away. She heard Christian utter her name in between his cries as her world went black.
The doctor came at that moment, and Christian carried Satine into her dressing room. It was hard to see through his tear filled eyes. Christian gently laid her on the couch in her dressing room and backed away, just staring at her. The doctor asked Harold and Christian to leave the room while he tried to revive Satine. Christian stood outside her door, pacing rapidly. The doctor came out a few hours later, and told them that Satine was alive, but she needed to rest. Even having been told this, Christian stormed through the door to see Satine lying on her bed, pale as a ghost. He rushed over to her side, and took her hand in his. Satine's eyes fluttered open to see Christian looking at her so intently. She smiled, until a thought hit her. The Duke would surely kill Christian if they were together. She took in a breath quickly, coughing in response. Christian's face tightened up as he saw her cough. With another breath, she was talking now. "Christian-""SATINE! I can't believe it! I thought you died!" Christian spat out. "Yes, I thought so too- but Christian. The Duke- the Duke will surely kill you if you stay around here." She said just above a whisper, with tears in her eyes. "That's why you have to leave. At least-for now you should go. Wait until things blow over. I don't want you getting hurt, or- "She shuddered slightly, "killed." Christian saw this and went over to the couch and pulled a blanket over her. She attempted to smile, but it turned into a frown. "Don't worry, Satine. Everything will be fine." He paused. "I just want to know that this is what you really want." He said looking in her eyes. "Christian, I want nothing more than to be with you, to spend my days-and nights with you, but you must go. You must, or the Duke will kill you. I will write you and tell you of the news that is going on at the Moulin Rouge! and what is happening with the Duke and I." She said with fear-filled eyes. "You must promise me one thing, Christian." She said, coughing once. "Anything. Satine, what is it?" He said sitting down next to the couch to look her in the eyes. "You must write me as soon as you arrive at your destination so I know that you were successful in escaping." "Of course, I wouldn't think of doing anything differently." He said kissing her nose. She smiled and spoke to Christian for one. last. time. "Come what may."
Christian walked back to his garret and gathered his things in his beat up leather bag. He would go to London, see his family, meet up with old friends, but most of all, miss his beloved Satine. He did not know how long they would be apart, but he knew they would reunite some day. That was the only thing he had to believe in. To look forward to.