Finally, I am updating. Sorry for the long wait. I promise to keep updating on a weekly basis, or even sooner.
Thank you so much for your reviews! I am glad to see you enjoyed my story that was originally going to be a one-shot, but I decided to expand it once I got interested readers. Right now, the plot ending is unknown. This is actually the first time I have written a story and posted it.
And now, I'll leave you to read. I hope you enjoy it!
Was it really so long ago that we had retreated from Paris? The elegant lights seemed to flash in my mind, giving me a memory I wished for it to cease.
It was a dream I hated having. The times spent that I decided it was best to leave... Instead, I was taking a part of Paris with me; a shocking revelation I never expected to occur.
Part of me wished for a requiem, erasing the past and hardships that were part of the struggle I had to win Satine as mine. But it wasn't really "winning" her that I wanted most; it was having her by my side to love.
As a young boy in London, I had always dreamed of the simple things. The things many people didn't care for, because it was less important than finding a good job and working for your family. My father had expected me to do the same, but I decided to venture off to Paris, in search of my one aspect I had never found: love.
Many thought of me as a fool, but I knew in the end, love was all that truly mattered. It was like oxygen, helping me to breathe and live; it was a pure as a summer breeze, filling with me hope and renewed feelings inside. But mostly, it was as real as a dream that seemed to send chills down your spine when you realize it is what you desire most.
When I found Satine, I believed she was what I desired most. All of my worst fears and dreams coming together in one solid form. She was the goddess of my world, and if I couldn't have her, then I had failed in my plan of finding love.
Now, as I sat beside her on a train traveling to London, I found myself staring at her as if I couldn't believe my eyes. Was she really here? I wanted to reach out and touch her to see if she wasn't just a figment of my imagination, but I realized it would be absurd. She was quite content, seeing as she had just fled Paris; the place she claimed was her "home." For as long as I could remember, she explained to me she couldn't leave the Moulin Rouge. Now, I didn't understand why she had insisted to leave... Part of me felt puzzled, but I realized it was best not to question it. She was here, and that was all that mattered...
...wasn't it?
"Christian, is something on your mind? You seem quiet." I turned to Satine and looked into her eyes. "Is something wrong?"
"No, love. Everything's fine," I responded, hoping to ease her worries. I didn't need to her to be worried about me when it was me who was supposed to be concerned with her. She was the one who had a consumption, and part of me realized that it was selfish of me to be lamenting right now when she had the right to instead.
She smiled and nodded to my response. Her head turned toward the window and looked at the trees passing by as we sped towards the countryside to London. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
I looked at her and smiled. "Yes, yes it is." But as I said that, it meant nothing to the trees or countryside. It was in reference to her.
"I envy you, Christian. All this time you've had all of this, and you left and came to Paris."
"London isn't all that great," I said, in a tone that was barely audible. Truth be told, the only reason I left was to join the Bohemian Revolution. It was the main reason I had to flee the pains of living with my grandfather and his rampant moans about finding work as a coalminer.
"How can you say that?" she asked, turning to me. "I'd have given anything to be in your shoes."
I felt myself twist inside. If she had grown up in London, she would have been married by now. Possibly to a man of high stature just as the Duke was. The very thought brought me to a state of jealousy, and I didn't quite understand why.
"You're right," I said, caving in. I didn't want to fight with her, or even have a tiny misunderstanding. Not when I had fought to have her beside me for so long. "London is beautiful, and anyone is a fool to leave."
Satine looked at me with sullen eyes. She slid over to me and whispered in my ear. "But you're not a fool, Christian... I love you, even if you are a fool." And with that, she kissed me on the mouth, making me feel not so horrible inside. She had a way of soothing me, even if the circumstances were unkind. When she pulled away, her lips tasted of a sweet taste, that I couldn't describe. I held onto her deeply, as she rested her head on my chest.
"I love you," she said, before she drifted off into a deep slumber.
"I love you, too, my diamond." I said, before falling asleep as well.
And for the first time in months, I didn't dream of the Moulin Rouge or the painful memories I had experienced in Paris.