Jean Valjean opened his eyes. Men and women smiled as they waved flags. He began to walk towards Enjolras, a familiar face to him.
"Bonjour Monsieur,"Enjolras greeted. "I see you've made it to paradise. We've all been brought here by women we've seen pass on. Who guided you here?"
"Fantine guided me here," Valjean said.
"Who is Fantine?"
"My adopted daughter, Cosette's, mother," Valjean motioned towards the skinny woman. "Fantine asked me to care for Cosette while she was on her deathbed. I felt so responsible for the downfall of Fantine. I should've stopped them from throwing her out onto the streets,"
"Don't worry so much, Monsieur. By the looks of it, she seems much more happier. The streets of Paris can be very cruel but here, she'll be very content here. Without a doubt,"
"How about you, Enjolras? Who brought you to heaven?"
"Just Éponine Thenardier," Enjolras said with a hint of sour in his voice.
"Oh don't be like that, Enj," a Revolutionary said with a smile as he turned to Valjean. "He's just jealous Monsieur. He wanted to be the only one Éponine brought to heaven. The girl brought a lot of us here,"
"Is that so? You fancy the girl, Enjolras?"
"No," Enjolras lied.
Flashback e.p.o.v.
Where the hell is Marius? I thought as I quickly walked down the streets. We were needed at Musain to discuss the matters of the revolution. I finally caught a glimpse of Marius and was about to yell his name when I saw her. She was a vision. Her eyes full of warmth and a smile full of joy. I needed to know her name.
I watched as Marius bid her farewell and come towards my direction. We greeted each other and headed to Musain. I was very tempted to ask Marius about the girl but decided against. Besides, according to the guys, I could only care for patria. Oh well, if it was meant to be, we'd meet again.
A few weeks later, while heading back to my home, I saw her. She looked alone and I gathered up as much courage as I could to talk to her.
"Bonjour Mademoiselle. I don't mean to sound intrusive, but I believe I've seen you before with Monsieur Marius Pontmercy," Enjolras said.
"Really? I've not met any of Monsieur's acquaintances. I am Éponine Thenardier," the girl introduced herself.
"You may call me Enjolras. Do tell me more about how you know Marius?"
Éponine began to frown a little. "He talks to me only to learn more about a girl I grew up with. He's absolutely in love with the girl and it makes me sick. I care for him a great deal more and I could give him more love than she could in a- oh, I'm rambling, aren't I? I'm sorry Monsieur Enjolras for wasting your time,"
"Oh no, you didn't waste my time. It was quite amusing to watch you become so passionate about this situation you're in,"
Éponine smiled. "Thank you. Hopefully we will meet in the future but as of now, I must be on my way,"
"Goodbye Mademoiselle,"
Éponine and I began to talk more about her predicament over coffee and bread. It felt a bit strange and ironic. I began to like her, she liked Marius and Marius was after Cosette. It was a terrible chain that would only work out for the latter.
It was the last meeting at Musain before the revolution would begin. We talked of strategies and other things that had slipped my mind when Éponine walked in. She motioned for Marius who gladly followed. I guess it had something to do with Cosette. I wanted to punch Marius in the face for using the poor girl. He obviously didn't know how strongly she felt for him. I wanted to say something but they were already out the door.
Éponine's death was the hardest thing to bare.
I saw what happened. I was in the second floor shooting at the National Guard when I saw the musket pointed at Marius. I was about to shoot him when Éponine pulled the musket towards her and fell back. At first I didn't know what happened and then the National Guard fled. I ran down when I realized that Éponine was shot. Marius held Éponine in his arms, she looked so happy to be there, even though she knew Marius just pitied her. I wanted to be the only one to hold her. Marius didn't deserve to even talk to her. I wanted to shout at him and call him a fucking ass.
And just like that, Éponine Thenardier was gone.
When I died, she helped me out of the window. I was so happy to see her, I held onto her tightly which she gladly allowed. It had only been a few days but I missed her so much. She told me of heaven as she held onto my hand. I asked her why she held my hand and Éponine responded with a smile. "I just feel safe with you, Enjolras," I felt my heart flutter. When I got to heaven and saw my friends at the barricade I thanked Éponine with a kiss on the forehead.
I get to spend an eternity in heaven with Éponine. How wonderful does that sound! I'll tell her one day that I love her.