She was the star of the Moulin Rouge...

Christian's POV:

I had never been to a place quite like the Moulin Rouge. It was like ecstacy-enchancing women, too many drinks, songs that made your feet want to move. And then of course there was her...

the Sparkling Diamond.

What a beautiful woman she was, with flaming red hair, a curvacious body, and a beautiful smile, not to mention her gorgeous singing voice. I could not even start to make myself believe that she sold herself to men so vile and beastly only for the large amount of money she would recieve. I wanted to show her how much love affects life and how much it is needed for survival, but she simply would not have it. Her job was to woo a man, sleep with him and nothing more. It was the foulest thing I had ever heard of. And when she died, I remember holding her in my arms, the way she softly muttered "I love you" before letting go. I could see it in those blue orbs that she meant every letter of it. She was the only thing worth living for in France, and I could never find it in my heart to continue on with another lover. I tought her to love, to understand the way life is supposed to be. How you are to enjoy it, fancy it, love it to the fullest extent. We were changing, together, and we were to leave the Moulin Rouge.

I am in all ways cold hearted and uncaring now, the liveliness and passion drained from every inch of my body. She was the one who made my world go round, and it seems that my world has stopped where the sun does not shine.

Unless she comes back, it seems I will never see the light again.