-this is based off of the book/musical
Disclaimer I do not own the les mis characters in any way
I felt tears threaten to drop down my face. Why should feel sad about this girl, she was but a simple beggar, nothing more? As I stared in my arms at this girl, this girl who betrayed her father her love for me and last her life, for my wellbeing. Éponine. The other men seemed to sense my sadness, and tried in vain o comfort me.
"She is the first to fall." Enjolras said. "The first of us to fall upon this barricade." While his voice sounded comforting, I could see the question in his eyes, demanding an explanation. Who was this girl, and what would I possibly know her from.
"Her name was Éponine." I noticed some of the other men looked shocked that I would possibly associate myself with a Thénardier. "Her life was cold and dark, yet she was unafraid." I needed the men to know this action was not out of love, but pity.
"We fight here in her name!" shouted the men. "She will not die in vain, she will not be betrayed." The men walked over to carry her body away, but I raised a hand to stop them. I put my arms around her in a secure embrace, o carry her body away. Only when I was a safe distance away, did I allow myself to fling myself onto her, and weep. I tenderly kissed her forehead. Even though she was cold and lifeless, I lingered, savoring the feeling of her skin against my lips, hoping that she could feel it. Even dead, I still felt more passion kissing her forehead than I did kissing Cosett- I put such ridiculous thoughts behind me, reminding myself this was out of pity, not love. Still, I used the excuse of saying goodbye to an unfortunate soul and dear friend to stay, though it wasn't long before I had to head back.
I leapt around the barricade, looking for any souvenirs I could take. So far I was fortunate enough to come across I pocket watch, four gold bullets, and a hundred sous. I smiled to myself thinking, what a clever man you are Thénardier. Then something caught my eye. A speck of gold, maybe. I scampered greedily over and I hungrily looked over the corpse for the source. I thought I found it, but surprisingly enough, that wasn't what caught my eye, It was the body next to it. I felt my stomach turn as I looked at those familiar locks of dark brown hair. I turned the body over. My daughter, Éponine! I felt my face go cold as I looked at the limp body. I didn't care much for the girl, but it was still a shock to see her here. I shook her out of my mind and carried on
