Without You I'm Gone.
Disclaimer: I do no own any form of Hugo's Notre-Dame De Paris, or any of it's various adaptations.
I was listening to the song, "Without You" from Rent, and it got me thinking about the part of the book, where Esmeralda is in jail, and this is what transpired. Please tell me what you think…but make sure it's constructive criticism. This is my very first NDDP fanfic, and I hope to do more soon. As this is my first fic, I will be changing it a bit and updating it with more detail, eventually.
She was there, beneath the earth. She sat there, knowing that above her were a thousand footsteps and whispers of odd gossip. There were trees growing, there were flowers in bloom, there were poets writing. And there would always be these things. But these things ceased to exist for HER. She whispered his name over and over again, as she held her knees to her chest in an attempt to keep warm.
The sun was shining. It had to have been for her to be alive. She could feel her heart beating, she could feel the cold water drip onto her hands, she could wipe away the tears from her cheeks. Her life was still being lived. She shook, not knowing what to think, or even if she should be thinking.
Men somewhere were discussing what they she do with her. They sat in some room somewhere, not caring that she wanted to see the sun light once more, just to know that IT still existed. It no longer mattered to THEM that she had nearly forgotten why she was there. They would soon forget, as well.
There was hope, somewhere. Just the fact that the word, "hope" was still fresh in her mind was enough for her to believe that hope itself still existed. And therefore, her Phoebus must still exist. She knew in her heart, that he knew she still existed as well. In her mind he was alive, and he would save her.
The thought never crossed her naïve mind that without her, his world would move on. For without him, she was gone.
Constructive critisism/reviews are welcome.