Disclaimer I don't own Moulin Rouge or any of the characters. They belong to Baz Luhrman and everyone else who worked on the movie.

THE STORY

I sat on my bed, leaning against the bed frame, staring out the window into nothingness. Snowflakes fell outside onto the rough terrain below. Every snowflake…different from one another in some way. Just like us. Just like everyone in the world. We're all different, but unique, in some way. Some stand out among others. She was one of them…

As the tip of the windmill made yet another cycle, I was flooded with memories of my "past life." The day we met, the day Satine thought I was the Duke and tried to seduce me. The day I realized how much I loved her and that I could never love anyone as much as I loved her. She was my everything. And now I had nothing. The day Satine died filled my head. I tried to block it out, but I couldn't. She lay in my arms gazing into my eyes. Her body so helpless as it went limp. I cried. Heaven knows I cried so much for her. My love had left me. Departed from me.

Her last wish was that I write our story. I felt it would be too hard for me to attempt, but I had to do it. For her. For us. With great effort, I heaved myself off of the bed and sat in front of my typewriter. Again, I stared out into the snowflake-covered sky. I took in a deep breath and began to type.

Our love lived on inside of me, and once I was finished the story, it would live inside of everyone…

Hope you liked it! It was something I did in my spare time. Please read & review. I'll even take flames.