Thunder rumbled in the distance, and Bridgette awoke to the bleak glow of the room, a misty, dark morning, a cool breeze blowing in through the window. She then snapped back to reality and realized where she was and who she was with. She had slept with Christian, breaking every rule her father and the church had set down, but she felt such an enormous feeling in her heart for him, how much she loved him. She rolled over to face Christian and in surprise saw his eyes wide open, his green speckled emerald eyes, and with that it surprised her. She brought her hand up to stroke his face, but he rolled over, turning away. She then felt him sit on the bed, the sound of the belt buckle in his pants scraping across the floor as he pulled them on.
She sat up, dressed in only a thin slit that had been beneath her dress. �Christian,� she began.
She heard him stifle a sob. He walked towards the window.
�No,� she thought in her head. How everything had gone wrong. How her mistake had been colossal. She had wanted him so badly, and yet he had no interest in her. This wasn�t how the �morning after� was supposed to be. She was a failure, and he had satisfied his lust, and that thought filled Bridgette with anger. Anger and tears.
She turned away, utter shock showing in her face. A tear softly rolled down her cheeks. She didn�t know what to say, and he said nothing.
�Pack up and leave?� she thought. �Screw him and then leave, without a word?�
He sat down to his desk and kept his eyes fixated out the window. She pulled her dress over her head, laced up her shoes, tears flowed from her eyes and she sobbed softly, and Christian ignored her. When she had dressed herself, she looked upon him, still sitting like a statue. �I thought you loved me,� her voice broke.
His expression changed to a glimpse of disbelief, and he said nothing.
�Look I don�t know what eats upon you so much, I don�t know and if you won�t tell I can�t help��
He didn�t reply.
Bridgette felt her cheeks turn red in anger. �That�s it, hmm?? That�s all? You have never, I� a sob interrupted her. �I poured my heart out for you, the peculiar man who walked into my father�s printing press, the one, the one that made me curious, and now I see it was only me,� her voice got quieter. �I love you Christian, and I know you don�t but...� she no longer knew what to say.
She picked up her bags and felt insurmountable sadness ravage her soul; she looked upon him one last time, still sitting there, and with a slam of the door left. When she was in the privacy of her home she sat crying, feeling filthy and guilty, and more so, heartbroken.
Christian slid off his chair to the floor, being crushed by a war that ravaged in his mind, pain that shot into him from all sides. Rain blew in the window, he felt the coolness of it land on him. Bridgette. Satine. Letting go. Staying commited. Grief�s course. Life�s course. Screaming and screaming and screaming in his ears, pounding in his mind and he cried out in pain, rolling up into the fetal position, feeling lifeless and pathetic. Darkness shrouded his mind.
�You got to go on Christian, you got so much to give,� Satine�s weak voice said.
�Not without you,� Christian�s replied upset.
�Tell our story Christian, that way will always be together,�
�No,� Christian said shaking his head crying harder.
�Christian, I�ll always�be�with you�.� Satine said, her eyes glazing over, her last breath escaping from her lungs.
Christian then walked towards her, she was standing out in the distance, but no matter how hard he ran, he could never reach her.
�You�ve got to go on,�
�SATINE!!!!� his familiar yell rang from the day he stood in front of the Moulin Rouge and yelled to her after she had left him.
�You do your job so very well!� he remembered shouting in hatred and hurt in her ear.
�You made believe that you loved me,�
�You�ve got to go on; you got so much to give,�
�You made me believe that you loved me,�
�Go on�.�
��love�.�
Christian eyes snapped open and he felt himself drenched in sweat. He tried to make sense of his dream; he grabbed for a bottle of whiskey in the room, sat on his bed, and watched the rain drench everything outdoors. The words from his dream continued in his mind, and his face was full of wonder as he thought of their meaning, possibly a sign. It echoed one more.
�Go on�.�
��love...�
