A/N: So I was writing this for an assignment in school and it turned into fanfiction. The assignment was suppose to be written in first person so I apologize. If I ever get bored I might rewrite it in third person. I know it sucks but the more Japonine the better! Its from Éponine's POV.
I slowly wander along the damp, cobblestone alley. The night is black as pitch and the only light comes from the low glow of the street lamps. Rain noiselessly drizzles on my face, so faint it's nearly a mist. I can taste the chill of the air when I inhale. As I turn onto a lane along the river I see a figure shrouded in darkness standing on the nearby stone bridge. A small knowing smile creeps across my face. Water from the puddles splashes my feet as I hasten my pace toward the bridge. Dim light from a lamp reveals my presence as I enter its territory. The figure rotates its head before turning to join me. Something akin to fondness flashes through his gray eyes. Though if another soul was watching they wouldn't have noticed. No emotion aside from indifference ever crosses his countenance. His large top hat shades his forehead and the right side of his face. I can make out the bushy sideburns I always tease him about, and the salt-and-pepper speckles at his temples. His posture is ramrod straight which compliments his navy blue officer's uniform quite well. We simultaneously turn to the side of the bridge and I climb up to sit with my legs dangling over the edge. The stones are icy and wet but I pay them no heed. My gaze raises to the sky. Smiling back at me, the stars shimmer in dazzling magnificence. Their reflection on the river is distorted by its turbulent movement. Its deep growling is the only sound to break the deafening silence. Suddenly, a gust of wind bites my skin and a shiver crawls up my spine. Immediately I feel the enveloping warmth of a greatcoat on my shoulders. I murmur a 'thank you' as I shrug it on. The scent of horses and leather overwhelms me and I smile softly because it smells like him. My eyes return to the sky. We stay like this for hours, counting, and watching the distant suns steadily move around the zenith. We don't speak. We never speak. But thousands of words worth of meaning comes from our silence. Together we are without loneliness. Together we find peace in the simple beauty of the stars.