I do not own Les Miz. I first saw Les Miz about two years ago, and my love for it was rekindled just recently after seeing it at the Hollywood Bowl. Also at the Bowl, I really fell in love with the character of Marius, played by the amazing John Lloyd Young. Anyway, this is just a little story about a realization Eponine has about Marius and Cosette. Sort of after the time she sings "On My Own."
She Could Have Killed Herself
Eponine drew her coat tightly around her to seal out the cold. Her long, brown hair was tucked under her hat. Anyone who saw her would have sworn they saw a young boy. She had just delivered Marius's letter to his dear Cosette. Well, to her father at least, but she was sure he would give it to her.
Cosette. Marius's dear and sudden love. Eponine felt a tear run down her face as she thought of that girl. Her beautiful, curly hair, and her large, dark eyes. Eponine's mind drifted to the moment Cosette and Marius had met.
That cursed moment. Suddenly Eponine thought that she could have killed herself.
This was all her fault. Marius and Cosette were completely her fault. She had run from Marius in a moment of anger and sadness that he never noticed how much she adored him. She hadn't needed to run. It only confused him. If she hadn't ran, he would have never bumped into that beautiful girl.
And she had seen her before. She had seen Cosette with her father and had seen how beautiful she was. Once Marius had seen Cosette, it was inevitable that he would fall for her madly. She was beautiful and refined. So unlike what Marius had seen when he was with Eponine in the slums of Paris. Eponine saw her, and she could have chosen to run any of a dozen different directions, and Marius would never have seen that lovely girl.
Marius had never seen her as anything other than a dear friend. That had never been enough for Eponine. She had always dreamed of being his love, his reason to live. After all he was hers.
But her dream had fallen apart. It had been destroyed, and it was all her fault. She would never torture her dear Marius by keeping him from Cosette. She loved him too much for that.
She slowly approached the barricades, and thought once again, that she could have killed herself for her mistakes. She could have killed herself.
Sadly, she would soon discover that she would not need to.