Eponine was dead. Gavroche was dead. Azelma no long had anyone left, apart from her sorry excuses for parents, those selfish bastards who only ever made her life hell. Azelma was a 15 year old, she had been through so much in the little time she had even been alive, her life had been misery ever since that Cosette arrived. Azelma knew it was wrong to blame the blonde but she needed someone to take her anger out one, after all she had no one left.
She stood there, silent, at the makeshift graves of her brother and sister. There where no flowers, their graves where desolate, empty. Azelma stifled a harsh laugh, "You died for him" she muttered, placing the single daisy she managed to find on the mound of soil that now covered her beloved sisters body.
"Excuse me?" She heard a somewhat familiar masculine voice ask, she turned towards it, her eyes narrowing as a scowl settled on her dry lips "What are you doing here?" She snapped, glaring at the brown haired man, her eyes lowered to his hands which held a bouquet of flowers. Azelma stood up and patted down her dress, her brown hair falling over her shoulder "I'm here to pay my respects" he muttered looking down at the cross made from two sticks and fabric from the young girls dress.
Azelma laughed "You finally notice her? When she's dead!" She snapped, ignoring the tears that began to form in her doe like brown eyes "She loved you and all you ever thought of her as was a messenger for you and Cosette!" She snapped through clenched teeth.
Marius was took back by the sudden outburst "I-I'm sorry," he stated, "Cosette is my true love, I thought Eponine was aware of that" he stated, Azelma looked at him as if he was a moron "You're just as love blind as she was" she muttered, "Can't you see? You where her true loved. She sacrificed her own life for you, now I have no one left" her breath staggered as a tear slid down her cheek.
Marius sighed "She was a dear friend, if I could have saved her I would have. She died in my arms, you know?" He nodded, walking over to the grave and placing the flowers down "You're an idiot" Azelma muttered, crossing her arms across her chest "What does Cosette have that she didn't?" Azelma asked, looking at him.
Marius looked down at his recently shined shoes "Cosette is indescribable" he declared, "It is not my fault your sister loved me, yes, I should have realised sooner but that is not my fault, Azelma." Azelma looked at him, her eyes dark and slightly red from the tears "She should never had took that bullet for you. Tell me, Dear Marius, did you ever take the time to talk to my sister? To take in her beauty? The beauty she had even though she wore rags and her skin was stained with dirt. Much like my own" she tilted her head "Tell me, would you love Cosette if she wore rags? Her hair was dark with dirt? Her skin not as pure as snow?"
Marius nodded his head "I would" he mumbled, looking at the younger girl "It's getting late, you should go back to the inn" he nodded, "My parents are in America, the inn has been sold. I'm on the streets" she told him bluntly, "I will probably die soon, the winter is near and I'll probably starve" she shrugged. Marius frowned "Why don't you come with me and Cosette?" He asked kindly, he wasn't sure why, but he felt a protectiveness over this girl. Maybe it was because he couldn't save her sister.
Azelma looked shocked, her eyes where wide "No." She sneered, "How kind of you, are you sure you want someone like me in your happy home?" She asked turning her back to him "Goodbye, Marius" she nodded to him before beginning to walk away from him.