After the two years had passed, with Christian not receiving a letter from his dear Satine, he decided to go back to the Moulin Rouge. That was his mistake.
The train ride to Paris was a long and agonizing ride. He wanted so much to see Satine. He missed her so much, he began forgetting the little things about her. But when he was sad, he would just remember the good times that they always would have.
As Harold told Satine not to write Christian anymore, she obeyed him, and tried to forget about him. He finally fled her mind, after she had convinced herself that he would never come back, and even if he did, they couldn't be together. She was living in her dream world too long.
Christian grabbed his bags and jumped off the train to go see Satine.
Satine had taken up a romance with a man she had met in a café. She loved him quite dearly; but, Christian was always in the back of her mind. Every time she would think of him, she would push the thoughts out as quick as they came. She was to meet him for dinner tonight in the Elephant.
Christian quickly got a cab and told him to go to the Moulin Rouge. The ride was a bumpy one, and on one bump, Christian's things had gone flying. He quickly tidied them up as the carriage came to a stop. He stepped out of the carriage and paid the driver. He started to walk to the Elephant. It was night, and that was where, if he remembered correctly, Satine spent her time at night if she wasn't doing a show. It was a Tuesday night, and he remembered that the Moulin Rouge didn't employ her on Tuesday nights. He saw lights up in the Elephant. He started the walk up the stairs to the room. He opened the door, and dropped his bags in shock. Satine was having a romantic dinner with someone else. They looked like they were in love. Then Satine looked at him.
All I remember is suddenly, the door opened and there was a big thud as Christian's bags hit the ground. Oh, boy. This was not good.
Tears filled my eyes at the sight in front of me. I couldn't believe it was truly, in fact, the Satine that I had loved. She did her job so very well of fooling me. I couldn't bear to stand there anymore, so I picked up my bags and stormed out of the room, without saying anything. She hurt me more than I ever thought was possible. I walked down the stairs slowly, grasping what just happened. All I could think of do was break out in song.
"Was it something I did? Was it something you said?"
Why did she do this to me? Did she really not love me like I love-loved her? Hundreds of questions flooding around in my brain.
"You were everything, everything that I wanted. We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it. All of the memories, so close to me, just fade away. All this time you were pretending, so much for my happy ending."
He sang as his tears rolled down his face, staining his cheeks. Satine could hear Christian's voice float into the Elephant as he retreated out of the Moulin Rouge. She felt so bad, she felt so guilty. But she knew she had to do it. A life with Christian could not be. Harold had brainwashed the idea in her head back, 2 years ago, when Christian first left.