Satine lay dead in his arms, Christian was overwhelmed with sobs. His tears ran down his face onto Satine's
cold skin. Everyone in the Moulin Rouge
had no idea on how to react. Do they
mourn for themselves? Comfort
Christian? Or leave him be.
attempted to calm Christian but was to no avail. Everyone felt such anguish when hearing his sobs. By this time, Christian was choking on his
most painful time was when they came to take Satine's body to be prepared for
the funeral; Christian would not let go.
The Argentinean had to practically carry him into another are so
Chocolat could remove her.
Bohos brought Christian back to his room and laid him down on his bed. Still crying, Christian rolled over, away
from the ever -caring Bohemians, to face out into the night. The Bohos felt they could do nothing for him
and retreated upstairs, always keeping watch on Christian from the hole in the
mourned Satine incredibly deeply. He
continued crying most of the night until he fell asleep from sheer
exhaustion. His mind was racked with
dreams of his love. Several times he
woke up crying and bathed in sweat.
next morning Toulouse was worried about Christian because he didn't hear him
moving about. Fearing the worst, he
peered down the hole and saw Christian still asleep. He assumed it was logical because of how late he was up the
mid-afternoon, the Bohos heard Christian stumbling around. Toulouse went down and quietly knocked on
his door, no answer was received. He
went in the darkened room slowly. With
the curtains drawn and no lamps lit, Christian sat quietly in a chair with his
head down on the table. The room was
cold and Christian was shirtless and without a blanket. Toulouse saw him shivering.
he said quietly, not sure if he was asleep or not.
looked up in Toulouse's direction. His
eyes were blood shot and tired looking.
He was unshaven and n a general mess.
is it Toulouse?" Christian asked in a teary voice.
all worried about you."
me be… I want to be alone."
do know that her funeral is tomorrow?"
Tears started streaming down Christian's face again causing incredible
guilt in Toulouse for making him cry.
me." Christian said through his sobs
and Toulouse left reluctantly. His
tears continued through the night again.
next morning, the Bohos had to try to get Christian up and ready for Satine's
funeral. All 4 went down to still find
him asleep. Christian was lying in his
bed with his blanket pulled up to his ears.
They gently shook him awake. He
opened his eyes slowly and looked around confusingly wondering why everyone was
here. Then he remembered what day it
was. Christian was trying to control
his emotions, trying not to start crying again. He knew though, with how tired he was and how awful he felt, this
was not going to be easy.
a great effort by all 4, they managed to get him dressed but getting him to the
cemetery was another story. The Bohos
dragged him there, telling him it was going to help. The funeral only pained him more. He started sobbing as the casket was being lowered into the
ground. The sadness became so
unbearable for Christian, he ran off so no one could see the pain. He didn't want anyone staring at him while
he was falling apart.
couple hours later, Toulouse found him, asleep in the Elephant at the Moulin
Rouge. This broke his heart, seeing his
friend so distraught and so sad.
Toulouse first thought of waking him but opted instead to let him sleep,
thinking he's caused Christian enough pain today.
after midnight, Christian awoke in his "hiding place." At first, he didn't remember where he was
but he then looked around and realized that he didn't want to be flooded with
these memories now; he wanted to escape.
Christian got up and returned to his apartment, oblivious to the
activity going on in the main part of the Moulin Rouge.
arriving at his room, he stripped off the rest of his clothes and went right to
bed, still exhausted from the day.
Usually when he falls into an absinthe-induced sleep, more common since
Satine's death, it is dreamless and he awakes feeling like hell and throwing up
the next day. Tonight was different; he
was stone cold sober. The images he
wanted to lock away came flooding into his mind… Satine.
first meeting, the Elephant, Spectacular, Spectacular, their love, their
passion, her beauty… her death.
Christian awoke scared and crying.
He remembered she was gone and started sobbing. Becoming more awake, he became aware of the
commotion going on across the way.
would be in the Moulin Rouge at 3am?" he thought aloud while standing at his
window, seeing some light in a building he regarded as a corpse.
he was now fearful of his dreams and the racket going on outside his window,
Christian remained awake the entire night… watching the Moulin Rouge return to
~~~ MORE TO COME~~~~