Part 2: Trying to live on

It had been two months since he finished the story. He had been skeptical about sending it to a publisher, but he knew that if he wanted any money, he would have to send it. Every day that he didn't hear anything from the company, he felt his heart sank. He hadn't quite gotten over Satine's death, despite that it had been a year. He felt like she had been ripped out of his arms before he could wrap them around her. Every night, he dreamed of what it would be like to hold her one more time, to tell her that he loved her one last time. But, in the depths of his heart, he knew that he was yearning for something more, and he knew that it wasn't Satine. He was craving for the love of someone new, regardless of the rest of him still grieving from Satine. And he was somewhat determined to find her. No matter what.

That night, he dreamed a different dream. One that made him wonder, but yet, frightened him.

He was in Satine's dressing room. It looked different now, with all of Satine's things either sold or given away to charity. It was empty, cold, deserted. Something was calling him into the bedroom. He walked into the bedroom and there she was.

"Satine," he whispered.

She smiled at him and whispered back, "Christian. I've been meaning to talk to you."

He walked towards her. "Oh, Satine, I could care less about what you have to say. Just-", he said, being stopped by her hand.

"Christian, I love you, but that's not what I'm here to discuss," she said sternly. Like a little boy, he obeyed her and stood still. "Christian, I never wanted to leave your world. I never wanted to leave you. And I was so mad at myself for leaving you like that. And I never want to hurt you again. That's why I'm telling you this. You will love again. And you will know the feeling of true, utter, pure love. No complications. I wanted to give you a gift, and this is it. You will fall in love, once again. And this time, your lover will not deceive you like I did. I wanted to repay you for the most wonderful feeling you gave me. And this is it," she replied back.

"But Satine-" he started, but was stopped by her lips brushing his. She quickly gave him a swift kiss. When he opened his eyes, she waved good-bye and vanished. Looking around quizzically, he began calling out her name. He began walking to the spot where she vanished and before she he could take another step, he woke up.

He woke up puzzled, confused. Was it just a dream, or did Satine come back to him? He didn't know and decided not to dwell on it. He got out of bed and walked to the window. He looked out at the Moulin Rouge and sighed. Since Satine's death, the Moulin Rouge put on a few productions, with various writers. Each one ran away after their money was collected closing night. No one wanted to stay with the whores and clowns. He looked at it everyday, feeling his heart break into a million pieces again and again. But today was something different. Today, his heart didn't break. It was dancing, the first time in a year. He looked at the old dance house and felt excitement. In his anticipation, he walked away from the window. He looked in his mirror and decided it was time to change. He grabbed a razor, a towel, and walked off to the bathroom. It was time to become one with the world again.

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