A/N; I had to write an assignment for English, and this is basically what i turned in, with a few adjustments for fanfic (the topic was passion :D)


"Rain will make the flowers…" those are my last words.

I feel the world around me grow dark, but with it leaves my pain as well as my spirit. As the blood spreads across me like wings, I do the only thing I can think of, I kiss him. Marius may have never been mine but I can't help but love him. My passion for him overcomes all, even my pain and fear for death.

"Grow..." i hear him say, "No Eponine dont leave me!"

It all started when he saw her, Cosette, with her dainty movements and pretty looks; she was everything I wasn't and he wanted… no in reality it all started before that. I began loving Marius so long ago- his hair, his eyes, his kindness, his everything- but all it took was one look for him to love her.

"Oh Eponine, she is perfect! She must be the most amazing girl ever!"

I did my best to keep myself from trembling allowing tears to spill, but every word he said was a dagger in me. "Marius, you don't even know her."

"But I love her." His hand flew to his heard as he spun around, once he looked at he again his expression changed, as if reaching an epiphany, "Find her for me!"

"What?!" Was he really that completely blind or just plain uncaring?

"Please, you are the only one who can." His eyes look at me pleadingly, but I hold my ground. He then reached into his pocket as if to get out some money. Thats when it hit me...he saw me as his charity case friend, not someone he could love.

"No, I don't want your money." My voice on the verge of breaking, "I'll do it."

"Oh thank you 'Ponine!" He spins me around then leaves with a smile on his face, never realizing how much of an effect he had on me. I would anything for him because to me he was just that important.

Finding her was the easy part; the hard part was telling him. I neared the ABC Café where all Les Amis were meeting; talking about some revolution they were planning. I remember entering the café and hearing Enjolras' about the republic and helping all the cities people, even street rats like me. All Les Amis listen intently, clinging to his every word. I never understood why they all felt so must passion for that cause, it didn't seem like they would ever accomplish anything- there were only 10 of them and one was a drunk, but you have got to love Grantaire- Those thoughts were quickly out of my head as I saw Marius and made my way over to him, each step I took becoming heavier and heavier as the moment where he would sprint off to be with her grew closer.

Eventually I reached him and took him to her house. It took him less than a minute to forget all about me and go declare his love for her. I was glad to see him so content but heartbroken as I saw him proclaim his love to her. He wasnever mine to lose, I thought to myself, He will never feel the same way.

No matter how many times I told myself that it didn't stop me from pretending once I see the moon and stars smile down at me as I walk down the lonely streets. When I was alone, the world was what i made it. To everyone else it was the end of the day but to me it was the beginning. The pavement I walked on was silver as I closed my eyes and pretended he was there. I imagined his arms around me and hear the rain whisper to me; in my head everything was perfect. I thought that if i just stood perfectly still then it would last forever but i knew as I opened my eyes that everything was nothing but a dream, I was all alone in a world where he would never care. I became angry, at him for his blindness,

How could he not notice all that i do for him! How can he not see how much I love him! Or does he simply not care? I am just a pawn he can use to get his real goals

I was mad at myself for caring about him so much I allowed myself to hurt in his place. I knew what he wanted yet I helped him out, thinking that there could still be a way for us. I was such an idiot. I would never know the love and happiness of his world.

In the end my passion for him overcame my anger. I followed him to the barricade, afraid to lose him like that. I never expected to be shot.

I had almost made it when an army guard spotted me and sent a bullet right threw me. The next few minutes were all a blur, Marius pulled me over and embraced me. For once in my life Marius held me, he kept me safe and stayed with me. He actually cared about me!

As I lay dying in his arms I finally understand why Les Amis were all so passionate about the rebellion. It was the same way I felt about Marius, we did everything for what we love. Our passions caused pain but our pains caused passion; passion makes the flowers grow, But as i leave the world I no longer feel any pain, the rain whispers to me again, soothing me; I'm at last at rest.