Disclaimer- Moulin Rouge or any of it's characters do not belong to me,
A/N- I watched the movie last night (and recorded it), so this HAD to be written. Well, not this exactly, but some kind of fic on it!
Paris, 1904
Dear Father,
I have only now thought to write this to you.
No, that's not true. I've wanted to write this letter for years, but have only now brought myself to it. You told me, I would waste my life at the Moulin Rouge. I didn't.
I found it there.
As with all good stories, mine starts with a girl. A beautiful woman… Satine. You see, Satine was a courtesan at the Moulin Rouge. Yes, yes, you're probably shaking your head at me right this moment, but let me tell the story.
We had a love… A love that didn't end then, and isn't gone now.
Of course, I fell in love with her first because of her beauty. Her glorious flaming hair, the seas of her blue eyes… Nobody could not fall in love with her. But there was something else in Satine that made your heart beat and your eyes open and follow her to the ends of the earth.
I wouldn't be the man I am today without Satine. Be that good or bad… who cares?
Maybe you don't care at all what has happened to me. Maybe… maybe. But I don't care either. I'm fulfilling my promise to Satine, telling the world of our story. So, when friends and acquaintances ask you about your son, tell them what you want, but also tell them… he found the one thing in life that is worth knowing… Love.
There was another man who wanted Satine and her love. He isn't important, he only played a part in bringing us together.
No, another took Satine away. Something that I couldn't control. Something I couldn't hold in my hands and crush away. See, Satine… was sick. A disease. I've never bothered to find out what it's called. All I need to know of it… it brought me to the day where I held her body to me, with her blood trickling down between us.
I have now come to a point where I no longer cry everyday at the thought of her. Some days, I think of her, and a slow, unbidden smile comes to me.
Father, you always wanted me to be a lawyer or doctor or a businessman, to go to the finest schools. Well, I didn't, but I learned something without them.
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."
A friend told me those words to me, and truer or wiser words couldn't be found even in the libraries of Alexandria and King Solomon put together.
I don't expect you to understand. But maybe you do. Did you feel such a way for Mother?
No, you couldn't have. No on could have felt what Satine and I did.
I don't think I have to tell you that she's dead. I know you're smart enough to figure it out.
But in reality, she's not gone. She's right here, in my head. And as long as our story is told, as long as someone remembers us and the love we had, have, she'll never be gone for me.
So now, five years later, I'm still a penniless struggling writer, but I deal with it. How?
By thinking of a time when I'll be with her once again, singing our love songs and laughing at the world for ever thinking that we wouldn't be together with our dreams and our love.
Your son,
Christian
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