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Well, I'm lying on the broken pavement. In the rain. I feel the lice now. I have a personal theory that when I'm in the rain, my skin is more sensitive. And that is why my hand is hurting. Like hell. When I look at it, which I'm trying to avoid, I can see my own blood running down my wrist. I can't seem to keep it still, and my hand is continually shaking. Oh, how this would ruin my handwriting! I feel the energy flow down with my blood, going away from my body and returning back to the streets of Paris. And my back. Have I mentioned my back? A bullet is a most unpleasant thing, as I am now quickly learning. Oh, these stones are cold. But that is nothing now. Nothing is important now. I just feel pain. Agonizing pain. I'm in distress, no doubt. I really thought this would be romantic. I thought it would make Marius turn his head and see me. Being beautiful. Yet here I am. Writhing on the floor. Oh, if he wouldn't hold me before, why would he want me when I was bloodier than him? Oh, please. Someone, anyone, just stop my sufferings. I've had too much.
And why did I do this? What is it in Marius that I absolutely adore? At this point in time, I've forgotten. It has taken me a painstakingly long time to crawl towards him. I had to do it inch by inch, like a worm. LIKE A WORM, MARIUS! Oh, Monsieur. Marius. And does he appreciate it? Some how, I'm a little doubtful. Oh Marius. You said you'd hold me. You even promise me a kiss. What will I do with a kiss when I am dead? Will it finally bring the peace I have been searching for? Longing for? I certaintly hope so. You know, I think that for the first time in my life, I might have made a very bad choice.