A/N: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! I don't have much to say, except that I own nothing and I have no control over what Ewan McGregor says or does. He is his own person! And if he happens to read this, I would love to meet you! LOL! So… Please review and enjoy the chapter! Last chapter was officially my longest chapter! YAY! Song for the chapter: No-One But You (Only the Good Die Young)-Queen
Chapter Eleven: Only the Good Die Young
Chris POV:
I ran towards the stage, shouting Sara's name. I collapsed next to her limp body, picking her up and wrapping my arms around her.
"No! No! Don't leave me!" Something cold and wet slithered down my cheek and I realized I was crying.
"Isn't.... Isn't it funny?" She asked, opening her eyes and locking her gaze with mine. "That.... That this.... started.... as a school play...." Her voice faded. "That this started as a school play and ended.... ended as.... reality...?"
"Don't say that!" I begged her. "You're not going to die! You are not going to die!" Who was I trying to convince? Sara or me?
"Don't deny it." She whispered, unsuccessfully fighting back tears. "I'm going to die and you're going to write our story." She attempted a weak smile, but it fell flat.
"You're not! You can't!" I protested, kissing her forehead, as if it was the magic kiss that would heal her.
"You think I want to? Don't you think I've been waiting every day, hoping against hope for a cure that will never…" Her voice trailed off and she coughed, blood spilling onto her pale cheeks. Her eyes closed and I thought she had died, but she opened her mouth to say more. "Never come… during my lifetime?"
"Sara! Sara… I love you!" I rocked her back and forth, sobbing openly, ignoring the video cameras that were trained on us. Sara smiled and traced slim, cold fingers over my face, wiping away at the tears.
"I love you, too, Chris. Always know that… I love you." She breathed. I howled in misery, letting my entire anguish overflow into the sound. I kissed her smooth lips, tasting her blood. Her lips upturned in a final smile and she breathed no more.
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Ewan POV:
"Oh my God…" Someone whispered into the dead silence. Chris was still rocking Sara's limp body, disbelief etched on his face. I was shocked, too. A girl had just died on this stage, exactly like Satine had in the Moulin Rouge. The only difference was that this was terrifyingly real, and that it was caught on film by the hundreds of video cameras trained on the stage.
I stood up to leave, nodding stiffly at anyone who looked at me. I was in a daze, hardly believing that I had just watched a girl die.
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Chris POV:
The funeral was held a week later. I didn't pay any attention as others spoke about Sara, about how her life was cruelly cut short. Instead, I spent my time there gazing at the shut coffin, waiting for her to leap out and smile at me. She never did.
I stayed by her grave after everyone had left, tracing the outline of her name with one finger, remembering the laughs we had shared.
I coughed slightly, and shivered in the cold. I got up, reluctantly, and headed for home.
"I love you, Sara." I whispered, knowing she would hear me.
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The school held a memorial service the very next day. Pictures of her were passed around, and videos were shared. There was a slideshow near the very end, set to the tune of "Mad World" by Adam Lambert. The last picture stayed on the screen the longest. It was the last picture of her, taken during play practice. I had my arm thrown casually over her shoulder, laughing along with her. She was radiant, her long red hair glowing in the stage lights. Her green eyes sparkled with life and love, her pale skin shone bright with happiness.
"Sara…" I moaned, missing her more than ever. I coughed, not caring that it had brought up blood. I had been coughing ever since that fatal night. I had a fever, but I hadn't fainted yet. And, ironically enough, a cure had just been announced for TB. I had a choice ahead of me: Get the cure for TB, or ignore the cure? I knew what Sara would want me to do, but I couldn't live without her. I couldn't.
Should I pick the Romeo and Juliet ending, or should I keep on living?
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General POV:
Everyone was shocked when Chris announced that he had TB. Students begged him to get the cure, but Chris hesitated. He wanted to spend eternity with Sara; his parents wanted him to get the cure and to stop being so melodramatic. Most of the student body sympathized with Chris but still wanted him to get the cure.
"It's what Sara would have wanted." That was their constant refrain.
"But Sara died! You can't know what she wants!" He'd always retort. He got sicker everyday, and everyday he was badgered relentlessly.
"Please get the cure! Live your life for Sara!"
"Get the cure!"
"Chris, we just lost Sara. We don't want to lose you!"
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Chris POV:
I couldn't take all the badgering. It was driving me mad, and, combined with my grief, that wasn't a good thing.
"Sara… You know I can't live without you!" But I had made my choice. I would get the cure, and I would live my life as if Sara was living it with me.
A/N: Well, what did you think? The next chapter is the epilogue… Please review!