Chapter Three
Christian had finally worked
up the nerve to crawl up the back of Satine's bedroom, the infamous elephant.
Through song, giggling, and many flirtatious fleeting glances, Christian had convinced
Satine that all you need is love, and love lifts us up where we belong, along
with many other things that she had never realized.
“You’re going to be bad for business…I can tell.”
Christian leaned in and kissed Satine hard on the lips, and
their hearts locked. They felt as if they were one person as they breathed
simultaneously, passionately kissing and embracing each other. The night that
followed was one that neither of them would forget, as long as they lived. Both
of them had such different perspectives on love, and on that night, their
beliefs were one. Satine and Christian experienced an entire night of the most
amazing and thriving perfection, as they discovered a new meaning for the word
passion.
However, the following morning, the Duke proposed something
quite outrageous to Harold Zidler, but he knew that without the Duke, the
Moulin Rouge could not survive.
“I just don’t like other people touching my things!!!”
Zidler
had to accept that Satine was legally the Duke's from that moment on. But
Satine's heart was in Christian's hands.
She would not lie to herself, or to her love for Christian. The
following nights were filled with laughter, utter happiness, and most importantly,
pure and simple love. Until, one of those nights…
“The
infatuation will end. Go to the boy, tell him it’s over.”
“I…oh, Harold…um, of c-course. Anything for the show…”
Harold left Satine to go prepare herself for dinner with
the Duke. Satine could not bear to break her promise to Christian, and so she
decided it was best to go and tell him before dinner. She could not possibly
look at that awful Duke with knowing that her love was waiting. While dressing
herself for the dinner in the
“I
can't turn back the hands of time… I've come so far…”
Satine
wiped away the tears, but found it pointless, seeing how they did not stop
pouring from her faded green eyes.
“I
have to see it through…The trouble is that I still find…I can't get over
getting over losing you…”
She
took one last look into the mirror, and made her way to the door. With each
quivering step to Christian’s garret, Satine realized more and more all of the
wonderful things she was going to miss about him. She loved every tiny detail
about him…she wouldn’t be complete without him. She didn’t know how she was
going to tell him what she had to when she finally reached his door. Satine
took one last, shaky breath and turned the doorknob. She creaked open the door.
“Christia-…Oh
God.”
Next
to his typewriter, Satine found Christian lying on the floor.
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“Shhh…it’s
alright, darling. Shh…I’m here, don’t worry.”
Christian
slowly blinked his eyes open a few times, to lay them on his most beautiful
love, who was squeezing a cool washcloth, that had been laying across his
forehead.
“Oh…Satine,
my love…I’m so sorry, I…I ruined our perfect evening together.
“No…no,
please don’t say that.”
“Darling…kiss
me,” Christian whispered to Satine, as he smiled with pure joy in seeing her
face.
Satine
could not bear to tell him. Not like this, not now, not when she had found him
like he had been…Satine gave in to her heart’s desire, and spent the evening
with Christian, laughing and talking, and occasionally caressing and kissing as
well. She still loved every piece of him, and all the worries of saying goodbye
had slipped away. She simply couldn’t.
The
next morning, she successfully made her way back to the Moulin Rouge, without
being seen…or at least that’s what she thought.
“Cherub,
where were you last night?? The Duke waited for hours, and I was forced to tell
him some God-awful lie! Do you realize how far I went for you? You could have
ruined everything, Satine, you could have put the Moulin Rouge out of
business!”
Harold
Zidler was waiting in Satine’s dressing room, with anger written all over his
red face.
“Harold!
I…listen, I was sick, and…wha-, didn’t you get the message? I went straight to the doctor, but I
collapsed halfway there. Some very nice people carried me into their home, and
I rested there for the night…I felt horribly ill, and I…I sent a letter…well, it
must have gotten lost somewhere along the way. Oh, I’m dreadfully sorry, I
truly am, Harold.”
“Sick,
Satine? You can’t get sick now, there’s a very important show that needs to be
performed perfectly, or else…well, who knows what will happen to this
place?…I’m sorry I got so angry with you, I think I’m just worried about
everything. That boy of yours just had to get in the way. We need him to write
the show, but you don’t need to be there while he writes it. You know how it
is, being a creature of the underworld, my little strawberry.”
“Yes.
I suppose that’s who I really am, Harold…a creature of the underworld.”