Disclaimer: I don't own Les Miserables. This is told from Valjean's point of view in regular and Javert's point of view in italics.
Anger. Rage. Hatred. That was all I knew. From the time of my childhood when I was caught stealing a loaf of bread to the time my beloved child was given to my keeping all I was able to be was what I knew to be. I was not without my weak points even after Cosette came into my life. But my hatred turned into something different. It turned into love. It turned into warmth. I knew what I had to do. Giving her up was the highest form of love. I long to hold onto her but that can no longer be. Losing her was the price that must be paid. I prefer I pay than her. She is young. She is innocence and she has love.
I used to see things as black and white. Valjean was a criminal. He had stolen. He had a number branded on him. He couldn't reform and yet he showed me mercy. He spared me and yet I could not spare him. The law doesn't allow for mercy. There is only one thing that I can do. There is no other answer. In another world things might have been different but not in this world. I step off the bridge and into the river. I feel my soul lift to the heavens.
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Months passed and I was not much longer for this world. I long for that moment. I long for everything to once again be right. Finally I see my child again and I can sleep in peace. I close my eyes and my soul is lifted up.
I didn't understand how I was in heaven. I had sinned in so many ways in so many times. I always thought I had done right but I learned I had done wrong. I asked the father about it and he answered me in one sentence. "You finally got it," He said, "That is why you are here now my child."
