A/N: Short prologue to my own characterization of Les Miz. Well, the plot is similar but I played a bit (a lot) with the characters. Very tragic, I mean the title. It may take a while for me to upload, sorry.

Disclaimer: I don't own any character of Les Misérables (I wish I owned Enjolras), they belong to Victor Hugo. I don't own the songs, though I changed them to fit my characterization.

Prologue (Act XVI) Marius

"My friends, my love, how miserable I am", Marius sings as he pays his friends' graves his annual visit. "I wish.. I died... that red day by your side."

Tears flow down on Marius' face while memories devour his mind. Memories of friendship, memories of a love he never admitted, memories of those who died in vain.

"If I could now, hold your hand and kiss your neck... I would never be that afraid again. That girl... I married... she never loved me an ounce of how you did." The Pontmercy man continues his agonized chant.

"I shall now, abandon this façade... and join you, my true loved one... even if it is in the void."

The moment before the man discharges his weapon against his own exhausted brain the time passes by so slowly that he is able to sense the fragrance of his love's old perfume, the touch of his soft pale skin, the fragile looking of his always fiery sky blue eyes, the infrequent but genuine smile he granted and the heartily divine kisses he shared with Marius.

"A heart full of love..." That is all he was and all he is, a heart full of love for a freedom that never came.

Marius existence expires as he reminisces what he valued most. There is no Enjolras waiting for him on a beautiful cloud, not even on a vast barricade. There are no friends singing cheerfully in a café. Marius' life flies away to the emptiness.

End of prologue