First Eponine Journal
As I walked outside alone that night, dark clouds began to gather all around me, and it started to drizzle. This didn't cause me to turn back though, for the rain seemed to cleanse the filthy rags that I called clothes, and somewhat soften my dry and broken hair. This was a comforting feeling for the moment being. But I knew that the rain wouldn't always be there to keep my hair clean or to soothe my indignant and indecent body.
Maybe if I was not so slight and frail. I could tell even when he first looked upon me, that even though he did take pity on me, there was a look of disgust in his eye. Maybe if I had been born into a better family. For even I cannot say that I have any kind of love for my father, yet I've found within myself a great love for someone I cannot have. Maybe if I could help him to accomplish something, for I wish for nothing more than his happiness. And maybe then… he will finally realize my true feelings.
Since I had been caught up in my own thoughts I had not noticed that the drizzle had turned into a downpour, but I continued to walk. After all, what did I have to return to? As I looked down at the ground I saw a puddle that had started to form from the falling rain. I gazed into it, not wanting to, but at the same time I found that I couldn't take my eyes from it. What an unsightly creature I was.
As I walked outside alone that night, dark clouds began to gather all around me, and it started to drizzle. This didn't cause me to turn back though, for the rain seemed to cleanse the filthy rags that I called clothes, and somewhat soften my dry and broken hair. This was a comforting feeling for the moment being. But I knew that the rain wouldn't always be there to keep my hair clean or to soothe my indignant and indecent body.
Maybe if I was not so slight and frail. I could tell even when he first looked upon me, that even though he did take pity on me, there was a look of disgust in his eye. Maybe if I had been born into a better family. For even I cannot say that I have any kind of love for my father, yet I've found within myself a great love for someone I cannot have. Maybe if I could help him to accomplish something, for I wish for nothing more than his happiness. And maybe then… he will finally realize my true feelings.
Since I had been caught up in my own thoughts I had not noticed that the drizzle had turned into a downpour, but I continued to walk. After all, what did I have to return to? As I looked down at the ground I saw a puddle that had started to form from the falling rain. I gazed into it, not wanting to, but at the same time I found that I couldn't take my eyes from it. What an unsightly creature I was.
