March, 1833

"I love you," she repeats, a tear trickling down her cheek as she stares at his back. "But you're beautiful and perfect and brave, and I'm just a stupid, ugly whore." She chokes back a sob, one hand fisted tight around the skirt of her tatty brown dress. "And I'm sorry for the complications I got you into...but it was the only thing I could think of and..." she trails off dejectedly.

He doesn't move, doesn't turn, as she takes a step backwards, towards the doorway. "I'm sorry," she whispers, suddenly overcome with remorse for burdening him with this extra weight when he's already suffered so much. "I'm so sorry. I'll be going now." With those final words, she slowly trudges out of the garret, down the wooden stairs, out into the cold night air. What were you even thinking, Victoire? She scolds herself as the tears start to flow freely now. Why would he ever reciprocate your feelings? Why would he even want to?


A/N This is a kind of cross between the book and musical verse, so I'm putting it in the musical just because. Disclaimer: I am not Victor Hugo, so I do not own any of the characters, as much as I would like to.

So, constructive criticism is welcome. Thank you. *Over and Out* SunWillRise2340. (P.s. It's rated T to be safe, for slight sexual hints, and violence and death.)