WHAT IF?

Disclaimer: My bank balance continues to tell me that i'm not the owner of Moulin Rouge 'cos if i was i would be rolling in it as i'm a penniless writer i therefore must not be the owner of moulin rouge.

AN: this is my first proper fic so be nice by reading and reviewing it ;)

My life is bleak.

The world has lost all its colour and beauty now that she has gone.

Gone from the earth that she lived and loved on

Only to become apart of the earth

So that people can continue to live and love on earth, on her

What if I never came to Paris, Monmatre? Stayed on home soil? Not ever being able to experience her…

Love

Beauty

Passion

Touch

Song

Voice

Laughter

Pain

Cries

Anger

But to one day to pick up a newspaper, to read an article on the Moulin Rouge, on its downfall since its star attraction the 'Sparkling Diamonds'. The aspiring actress that never managed to fulfil her dream, to be an actress, on a stage, with an audience.

See she never had the chance to be, as the potential financiers would have their fun with the lovely cancan dancing entertaining whore. They were never to be seen again at the Moulin Rouge as for fear of being hassled into funding plays that were poorly written. Why should they? They had already had their fun and frolics with a beautiful woman; nothing was keeping them there.

After skim reading the article, pausing for just a moment to look at a photo of a red head in an alluring dress trying hard to disguise to sorrow in her eyes with a bright scarlet smile. I would then close the pages on her and proceed to the nearest bin to throw her away, whilst pitying the young woman beautiful whose life was cut short by consumption.

I would have not know that had just thrown away my soul mate, the love of my life, but I guess I had already done that by not going to Paris. Instead I'd continue to follow in my father's footsteps and sacrifice my life, living life never knowing the feeling of true love.

Though the pain of her death haunts me each day and my heart breaks just a little more with each day that passes by. That my life now lacks something extraordinary I think to myself…

It is better to have loved and lost, than not to have loved at all