A/N- Thank you for being here to read my first story! If you would like, you can go to my profile to see my update policy. Please leave reviews, and if you would like, follow this story so you can know when there's an update for you to enjoy, or criticize. My only request is for you to not flame just because of the couple. I know most people are Cosette and Marius shippers, but I hope that, if you feel the need to criticize my work, just do it for things that are my fault alone such as grammar, spelling, or plot holes. I try to avoid or fix these issues as much as possible, but I can't promise anything seeing as I have no beta at the moment. If you would like to beta this story, please tell me! I would love to have help. Sorry for the long A/N I promise they will never be this long again. And lastly, if otherwise specified, all chapters will be in Cosette's POV. Disclaimer: I do not own Les Miserables and only hope to gain great characters in a completely new plotline for the most part.

Cosette POV-

As I started walking, I felt a pair of eyes burning into my back, so I naturally turned around, to see a pair of the most vivid green eyes burning into mine with the light of passion and determination. I took a shaky step back, knowing that I had never seen that much emotion within a single person before. As my father disappeared into a tent to help others who were left destitute and on the streets after the monarchy had become more daring, lavish and greedy. Seeing as he would not be back for a while, I walked towards the curly haired man standing on a makeshift stage to see what he could be so passionately vocal about. As I drew closer however, I stopped short since I realized these men were talking about the staging of a revolution! I, against my better judgment, started, enraptured by the sheer determination and rage shown by the young man not much older than me, as he spoke about freedom, and equality for all under France and that no one should be better than another because France was like a mother and mothers never prefer one child over another, so why should anyone in France? The determination and passion made me just stare as he spoke, because, even if we are close in age, I could never understand what I see in his eyes and to what extent he felt all this to. In fact, I feel like, even the people screaming for liberty along with this man, did not feel to the same extent as him. He had to be the leader of this cause because he truly believed in it with his whole heart and soul. And that is something I could never say I had witnessed until today. I felt then, that the other revolutionary alongside the one I had been avidly listening to, was trying to capture my attention. But I paid him no mind, for all I could think about were those green eyes blazing, still, into my deep blue ones. And it was then that a swarm of policemen came rushing into the square we are currently situated in. They ushered us out as quickly as possible but the people resisted as much as they could- which, sadly, wasn't much. But as they moved as slowly as possible, they shouted," Viva la France!" and "Vive la Republique!" as loudly as they could. As I was leaving the square, my Papa found me and gently guided me by the hand so we could walk back and pretend to ignore everything that was happening. As I was leaving the square, I caught your eye and you looked around and put a finger to your lips as if telling me to keep a secret, smiled, and followed me and my Papa from a distance. The minute we arrived home, Papa left to go read and I told the maid that I would go out for a walk in the garden. She agreed and said I should return in an hour, so the a manner that I hoped wouldn't attract attention to my actions, I walked as normally as I could to the door, and when I knew I was out of everyone's eyesight, I ran towards where I knew the brave, green-eyed revolutionary awaited me.