A/N: Strangely enough, this fic was inspired by a bottle of Bath and Body Work's "Moonlit Path" body wash. My first attempt at something in the first half of the book.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Hugo's magnificent work.
It was dusk, and getting darker by the minute. A petite young girl strolled aimlessly in a garden. She was a sight to behold in the dimming moonlight, her blue eyes sparkling with the tears the decorated them so delicately. She wore her long blonde curls loosely around her shoulders, just hardly fastened with a light blue ribbon. Sighing, the girl sat down on a stone bench held up by little cherubs carved out of marble. The night was still. She decided to abandon all hope of seeing the man she held so dear ever again. Getting up, she delicately brushed down her skirts, and began towards the gate of the garden. Then she heard a voice.
"Fantine, wait." The voice was soft and calming. She turned around to face a rather tall man with brown hair and green eyes. Fantine threw her arms around him.
"You came!"
"I told you I would." Fantine smiled warmly and took the young man's hand in hers. The couple walked throughout the garden in reverie.
The garden smelled of lavender, roses, violets and musk. The scents hung heavy as Fantine gave her beau's hand a reassuring squeeze. The smell was soft, and sensual, seemingly heightening her senses as she settled on a stone bench next to him.
"This is perfect you know." She said to him softly, each word a soft coo into his ear.
"It couldn't have been more so." He agreed with her, his voice stronger and more resigned than Fantine's.
"Darling, I have some thing to tell you about."
"That you love me?"
"Do I not already tell you that enough? Well then, I love you. But, darling, I'm carrying your child." Fantine's face glowed with joy, as she at last told the secret she had been hiding from her love.
The man sitting next to her recoiled in horror and jumped to his feet. "No! There's no way that child can be mine!"
Fantine's expression sobered. "But darling.... it is."
"No! There is no way I have claim to that bastard child." He screamed, slapping her hard across the face.
"Félix!" She screamed as she watched him run away. "Félix!" She dropped onto the cold hard ground sobbing, the previously colorful roses around her wilting and turning black. She pounded and thrashed the ground screaming his name between sobs.
Fantine awoke to someone violently shaking her. "Wake up bitch! Wake up, and shut up!" She looked up to see the man she had slept with the night before, gathering her dress up and throwing it at her. "Leave!" He screamed, forcing a small sum of money into her hand and pushing her out the door.
Once out Fantine sighed and leaned against the wall. It was only a dream.