Here is a new story based on after the barricade and Eponine somehow survives. Please leave a review and check out my other Les Miserable story. I just got the idea to write this since I was bought the new Les Mis movie.
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All credits go to Victor Hugo.
Eponine
As I walked the streets of Paris, memories flooded my head. Memories of my parents, Gavroche, but especially about the barricade and Marius. Just thinking about him would make my heart ache in pain. A pain saying that he was never mine, and never will be.
My hand drifted to the palm of my right hand, graving over the scar that a bullet that would have killed Marius had hit. I was still surprised that I had survived. But I wasn't so sure that it was a good miracle. If it had been, Marius would have actually cared for me and my brother would still be alive along with our other friends, but I lived in the reality, not in a fantasy.
I dropped my hand to my side, where I felt a small bump. It was something that assured me that dreams never come true. It was a letter to Marius and Cosette's wedding.
Shortly after I had somehow survived that barricade, Marius had found out and treated me as he had before. He had asked how I had survived, but I didn't even clearly remember. All I know was that when he had thought of me dead, I had only passed out. When I awoke, I had been in a clinic and had been restored to health. The only thing they hadn't restored was my heart.
In another world, none of this would have happened. I wouldn't have been on the verge of death and neither would have Marius. All I want was for him to be happy, even if it wasn't with me. I wouldn't be able to bear all the sadness and hurt that I knew would fill my heart.
The invitation was very fancy since the wedding was going to be filled with some of the richest people of this city. Their names were written in a perfect transcript.
Even if I did go to the wedding, I wouldn't even have anyone to talk to, but I did have a gift incase. The gift was simple yet elegant.(What it is will come up later in the story)
I continued walking the streets of Paris, thinking about the man I still loved, and always will.
At the end of the day, I ended up sleeping on the sides of the street. Since my parents had vanished, so did my home, not that you could call it a home. The streets of Paris was now my home. There was nothing in this world that cared for me. Some days I wished that I had died at the barricades. No, I wished that I no longer lived in existence everyday.
The next morning, something felt different. Around me, the streets were completely empty. That was weird. And then it suddenly hit me. In a couple of days was the great wedding.
Tears pricked at my eyes. I still wasn't ready for him to leave me, even if he was never mine to loose (from the movie).
Everyone was probably planning for the wedding in to rich side of town. All the poor people were probably planning of a way to get into the wedding.
There were a few people on the streets, wandering around. All of them very poor. There was one woman crawling on her hands and knees. I felt sympathy toward her because at one point in time, that had been me.
At times when I didn't bring enough money home to my father, he would beat me like I was only a piece of trash. That was what I was to him, a piece of trash that had to earn money or there would be very hard circumstances.
I stood up and brushed off the dirt on my dress. Not that it made a difference. I was covered in dirt and rum from head to toe. That was probably a reason that Monsieur Marius never saw anything in me.
It was in the winter season so a white flat sheet of snow littered the streets of Paris. It was such a beautiful sight, but the streets of dirt and of the poor ruined the scene. The wedding being held with snow might have seemed like the perfect scene, but to me, it only made things worse.
That sparked something in my head that I never thought I would have made. I was going to the wedding.
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All credit goes to Victor Hugo.
