**********AUTHOR'S NOTE**************

"For you I'd bleed myself dry" are lyrics from the Coldplay song yellow. I thought they fit.

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EPONINE'S POV

I could feel the pain in Marius's eyes as they pierced the very spot I was bleeding at, as if he was in more pain than I was. Which at the moment, seemed impossible.

"Oh god! It's everywhere!" He stared at me, near crying,

I fell to the ground when he caught me, and all the pain seemed to leave me and all I felt were his warm arms. Everything seemed okay.

"Eponine," He cried, "You will live, I swear on my life you will-"

"Shhhh," I pressed a finger to his lips "I don't feel any pain."

He began whispering comforting words in my ear, but I wasn't even listening. I didn't even care. My dream was finally coming true, even if that meant dying right after.

I didn't even shed a tear as he went on and on, I could only thing about the good that's happened in my life. It wasn't much after all, but just the little things. I was blessed to be alive for as long as I was, I was blessed to have Gavroche and Alzema, I was blessed to have the inn as my home as a child, and I was blessed to have Marius, even if not in the way I wanted.

I watched Enjorlas, Grantaire, Gavroche, and the other boys desperately running to find water, or a doctor, yet I couldn't work up the strength to tell them not to.

I squinted from the wound as I tried to sit up.

"Marius?"

"Yes, I'm here." I saw his wet eyes.

" Tell, C-Cosette I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Not helping her as a child, tell Gavroche I'm sorry I didn't get him out of the house tell Mom and Dad-"

"Shh," He kissed my forehead lightly, "Be at peace."

I felt my eyelids get heavy, and sank into his arms for the last time.

MARIUS'S POV

"Ponine?" I whispered.

No response.

"Ponine!" I said louder, shaking her gently.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around.

"She is the first to fall," Sighed Enjorlas.

"Marius-"

"No!" I cried.

"MARIUS!" Sceamed Grantaire. "She's gone. She's gone and… There's nothing you can do to bring her back."

I stepped away and kissed her one last time. I knew his words were true.

Everyone watched in silence as Gavroche stepped towards his sister. Nobody had the heart to say a word, and nobody had the heart to stop him.

Gavroche took pride on being a strong, rough little boy. Never have I seen a child quite like him. Most children his age would cry if they skinned their knees, but when Gavroche tripped and fell down the pavement hill, bruising all of his body and even breaking some bones, he would laugh and shake it off.

He pressed one had on her forehead and kneeled on the ground to embrace her, sobbing like a baby.

"Sissy," We heard him say.

Gavroche finally stood up as none of us said a word for quite a long time. We all were thinking the same thing, and we all knew it.

THAT'S IT!

So…. Is it weird that I was crying when I was writing this?

Huh.

Guess not.

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