It was late into the night where a waning moon shined up above filling the sky with an eerie glow. Out of the shadows loomed the figure of Christian carrying a half-drunken bottle of Absynthe.With his vision blurry, Christian tried to steady himself against a soot-covered wall, but instead slid down to the damp pavement where he dropped his bottle and started coughing. The air was getting colder and seeping into his lungs. Christian hadn't exactly been taking care of himself lately, so he figured he had caught a cold or pnemonia. His beard and stache were getting long and scraggly, while his clothes were growing ever flithier by the day. Soon, he too would be living on the streets feeding off the meat of rats and various strays.
Christian was losing conciousness, quickly passing into sleep, but not before taking one more glance upward. That moon, who's silver light illuminated his pale face and showed the true agony and heartbreak in his eyes. "Satine…" he whispered. Squinting he could almost swear to see her face in it's glowing surface. "Satine…...Satine……SATINE!" he screamed. He cupped his eyes into his hands and bawled. Fall was just upon Paris at this time of year, but the nights were already beginning to bring frost upon the air, and Christian shivered. "Satine." he whispered once more, and was out.
There was a flash of light and then the sweet sound of a voice ever so harmonically echoing through the air. Christian dared to open his eyes to the bright luminosity that had teased them open in the first place, and gasped in surprise at the scene before him. He found that he was in a room of complete white, a room of windows and sunshine. He felt again the warm breeze that had blown into his own room that very day, and listened again for the soft chant of what he thought was Satine's voice. He turned around looking in every direction, certain it was her. Upon turning around all the way, he was blinded by the sparkle of sunshine and crystal, but not so much that he couldn't make out the figure of who stood before him. It was Satine. She was looking down at him from a windowsill, her red hair beautifully catching the daylight and setting it on what looked like waves of fire. Her porcelin skin glowed with a radiancy that could never be imagined, and her eyes gleamed with a golden hue. "Christian…" she whispered, "It's you."
"Satine..Satine..I.." but he stopped. He couldn't speak he was left so breathless by her beauty. It was like he was seeing her for the first time all over again. "Satine, is this…is this a dream?" She merely chuckled, slightly crinkling her delicate nose, and replied, "Sadly yes, Christian, but you're here, and I'm here. For now we can be together."
"Yes, together." he repeated. He didn't knew how long he had before this dream would end, but he wasn't going to just let it slip away. After saying these words Christian leaned up and kissed her, letting the soft curls of her red hair sway upon his face. He held her in his arms letting the quick breeze blow the soft curtains all around them. "Christian, I.. I…lo.." started Satine.
"What my love,... what…," he replied, and then, in another flash, Satine disappeared into the light and was gone.
With a start Christian woke up in hot tears. "Noooo..." he silently said. In his arms he was not holding his beloved, but instead, one of the soft pillows upon his bed. There hadn't been a Satine…..she hadmerely been only a dream, a passing vision that had slowly melted its wayback into Christian's mind.