Rose petals littered the water below the low bridge, glowing in the light of the full moon. Above them, adding to the rest, was the figure of a boy. His skin glowed in the pale light, as his hands ripped another petal off of the delicate flower in his hand. As the last petal fell onto the shimmering river, he sighed, and dropped the stem in as well. He sat in silence, pondering life. It didn't take long for him to become saddened, and put his head in his hands. There were light footsteps behind him, but he didn't bother to look around as they came closer.
"Fancy meeting you here, Montparnasse."
He looked up at the sound of a girl's voice. He looked over at her as she sat next to him. It didn't help his mood to see her fragile and brittle body, ratty hair, and torn clothing.
"Eponine. What are you doing here?" Montparnasse asked, careful not to let emotions escape his voice.
"I often came here when I could, to escape everything."
"Ah… It's very peaceful, and quite beautiful."
"Yes, it is… What were you doing here?" Eponine asked casually.
"Thinking…"
Eponine didn't question him further. She didn't leave either, merely staying and looking over the water.
Montparnasse stared at the petals for a few moments, before looking back over at the younger girl.
There was a certain peace and happiness to her. She seemed to glow in the moonlight, a sick twist on a beautiful goddess. His whole being ached for her, more than ever, in that moment. But he knew better than to expect it.
He could murder, lie, and steal for anything he wanted. He could have the world in his hands if he truly wanted it. But he could never have her.
She was gone. She was gone forever, he could never have her.
He should have done something before, at least while she was here now.
As he stared at her, she faded away, until there was nothing but his grief about him.
He sighed with a pain in his heart, plucking another rose from a bush. Then he continued to pluck petals from it, dropping them into the water. Tears mixed with the river the longer the petals dropped. Eventually, they stopped falling, and the bridge was abandoned, leaving only a lingering sadness in the river.