The Hamburg Song...er...story
I watched as Marius talked to men on the street, handing them bonds and swinging from the miserable buildings that housed them. Other students behind him did the same. To be happy and educated...He merrily skipped towards me and I plastered a fake smile on my face.
"'ponine, and how are you this fine day?"
How do you think I am? My life is hell. "I'm fine, Marius. Just fine." he looked at me quizzically and turned back towards the rest of the beggars at his feet when one shouted his name.They all looked like me. Thin, with sunken eyes and ever-tensed muscles. But there was a sort of delusional happiness about us. Though people looked down as they passed, we had our simple pleasures. I smiled and stared at the ground, thinking of fiery Gavroche, who never missed a chance to tella stranger about his troubles. Marius turned back to me. "I need to ask you something," he muttered as he grabbed my hand.
Wehurried to a bridge that overlooked the river Seine. He grabbed my hands desperately and looked into my eyes with lust I had never seen before. Could this be my moment?
"Eponine," he pleaded. "Dear, sweet, Eponine."
Does he love me, too?
"Do you know," he started. I gazed into his dark eyes. "Do you know of a girl named Cosette?"
"I…"my mind screamed, "But I love you!" "Yes. I do."
"Could you…"throw her into the river for me? Oh, Marius, I'd be much obliged… "Could you lead me to her?" he begged.
Years ago, I had laughed at the filth on the streets of Paris. I had laughed at the orphan, Cosette, that served my mother, Madame Thernadier in our inn. Now there was no girl I would rather be.
"Of course, Marius," I assured. "What are friends for?"
"Oh, Eponine!" his eyes shined with tears. He quickly kissed my cheek before sprinting across the bridge. No doubt Grantaire will taunt him for this later…