Ok so here is my new story...
DISCLAIMER: No I am not Victor Hugo so I do not own Les Miserables
I just wrote this and I am still in the porccess of writing it so if anyone has any thoughts that they like tell me! Please and thank you! :)
"Monsieur Marius! Monsieur Marius!" I called out form the dark shadows of the alley way that was my post of the day.
"Eponine," He wheeled around to face me.
"How's you're arm Monsieur?" I nodded to the sling that held his right arm.
"'Ponine is that the only reason why you talk to me anymore," He asked obviously amused at the idea.
"Of course not Marius," I exclaimed scared of the idea it could happen…. Not that it would happen. No reason of earth that that be the only reason why I talked to him. I still love you Marius can't you see that?
"Well I should be asking about you Eponine." A look of regret mixed with sadness passed over his lovely face for only a few seconds.
I'm fine! You should be able to tell! Joly…or who ever it was fixed me on that night…June 5th at the barricades. Memories flashed in my mind like the moonlight flashing off of a cold hearted soldier's gun as it aimed at Marius, only to be stopped by my hand. My own body I put in front of him to save Marius! Me not that silly little lark! No it was me who almost died that night to make sure he lived. "It's getting better," I replied distantly.
"I would love to talk Eponine but its getting late and I must hurry to Cosette's house." He turned back around.
"Oh Marius, please! Please love me." I spoke under my breath as I watched the tiny piece of heaven I knew walked away. I sighed and forced myself to turn also.
"Eponine! Wait!" My heart pounded in my chest at the urgent tone of the words.
"Yes Monsieur," I turned my face broke out into a huge smile.
"Will you do me a favor?"
"Anything for you Monsieur!" I wanted to giggle like a school girl but I stopped that.
"Would you please take this note to Enjolras? It is very important."
"Of course." Everything sank my heart and my smile. How was it so important if he forgot about it!
"Thank you 'Ponine!" He took my hand and shook it. With one of his heart stopping smiles he turned and walked jubilantly down the street.
Enjolras…Was that the blonde from the barricade? I think it was only him Marius and four other students who lived the revolution. When I knew I was out of earshot I opened the letter.
E,
They aren't listening at all. I've tried, and I am sure you have to also. I will not be back for a few days…I have some other business to tend to. Tell Grantaire to stop waiting outside for me. He made a scene today. Tell Jehan to follow my duties till I get back. Also warn Courfeyrac that Grantaire has no place to sleep and he might be looking there.
-M
Oh. I know Marius would hate me for reading his letters but of course it hasn't been the first time. He must be talking about those meetings he goes to. Ever since the barricade surrendered they worked with the government. Hugging my arms to my chest I wandered only in the shadows away from the street lamps. The autumn air whipped in and out of the holes and cuts of the pitiful rags I call my clothes Fresh tears fell with every step. The dried right before I finally entered the café.
"Damn it Enjolras," A tall man slurred as he flung down a table; somehow his bottle remained in his hand the whole time he did that. He pointed to a blonde, who I recognized as Enjolras, and said, "If I have an Idea listen to me!"
Before I could even jump out of the way he knocked me over, "Move!" Between the legs of chairs and the tables I saw a sandy hair man jump up also.
"Enjolras listen to him for once!" He followed out the door.
"Jehan!" The blonde shouted and got up. He turned the table back up and came to his senses. Walking over to me he stuck out a hand. "Sorry about that Mademoiselle." He helped me up and I held out my other hand which held the now crumpled note.
"Monsieur Enjolras I have a note from Monsieur Marius." He took the letter. His hand was warm and I nearly jumped back because I felt a spark of something…when he touched my hand to get the letter.
"Wait a second…You're that girl…Eponine was it?"
"Yes Monsieur." I looked away and bit my lip. He remembered me from the barricade.
"Well thank you Mademoiselle." He replied as he turned to the table and mess of papers and food now on the ground.
"Do you need any help Monsieur?"
"No." He sighed angrily. "Thank you for the letter." I nodded and walked out of the warmth to the cold of the street and walked to my "home". It was a soft pallet of two coats under a bridge.
"The city sleeps and even this beggar must." I sighed as a laid down. Staring up at the stars I muttered, "Goodnight Marius; may you have sweet dreams...unlike the ones I will have."
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