joly and Eponine
It was ten years before, on the streets, he saw a young girl crying , she looked poor and he saw this lonely pretty girl and wanted to talk to her, to help her but he couldn't, he stood there watching her and fell in love. As he was shy, Joly never talked to her, she lived in the same street, joly could see her by the window every day for ten years, Joly was in love with Eponine but she never saw him. Things could have been different if he had the courage to talk to her, maybe she could have loved him back . She's dead now, she just died in marius's arms, Joly was there, it was his last chance to tell her but he didn't. He stood there crying where nobody could see him, wishing he had been there to take the bullet for her. It was too late now, Eponine was gone, she never knew joly's name, he never got to hold her and kiss her. He almost talked to her once but Marius was there. Joly always hated this rich young man, mostly for not caring about Eponine. Joly was at the barricade hiding his pain, waiting for the attack, at this point he didn't even care about dying, he fell asleep praying for his friends, then he dreamt about Eponine;
He saw he beautiful face smiling finally happy, she was wearing a white dress and her brown hair was undone falling on her neck. She was looking at Joly, she came closer, touched his face and said :"thank you, pretty boy" then she turned away and disapeared into the white light. Joly wanted to chase after her but his feet couldn't move, he just stood there watching her and he knew he'll join her soon, far from this cold barricade, from this lonely grey city, from this awful world.
