Second Eponine Journal

As the rain continued to land in the puddle in front of me, it distorted my reflection, making my face more unappealing than it already was. And the water caused my skin to look dull and almost colorless. I looked nearly dead. I closed my eyes for I could feel them starting to swell, but I could not tell if I was crying, or if it was just the rain running down my face. I knelt down, and picking up a stone, I threw it into the puddle. Then I felt my self overcome by emotion, and before I knew it I had jumped into the puddle, splashing the dark, murky water all over legs, until there was no longer any puddle to be seen.

I don't know how long I stayed kneeling down before that depression in the ground, which had only moments before been filled with water. But what I do know is that after the rain stopped, I got up and started to walk in a new direction. Although it was no longer raining the moon did not show its face that night. Nor did the stars dance upon the velvety blanket in the sky.

A mist seemed to fill the air and it made me drowsy, so I stopped after awhile of walking to rest under a tree. Leaning up against the large misshapen tree, I remembered when I was a small child, and how I had wished that someone would confess their love for me at a place like this, under a tree, with just the two of us alone… together. When I had met a man I loved he treated me as no one had before, showing me kindness, yet not loving me in the way I had wished. But he has chosen his path, only to leave me alone… wandering on mine, with no guidance whatsoever.