Why?
By Goose
AUTHOR'S NOTE: LES MISERABLES IS NOT MINE!!!! How I wish it was
though…
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I stare at the cooling, bloody body in my arms. Eponine… Oh, Eponine, why did you
have to die? Why didn't you tell me you loved me? Why? Why…?

But would it have made a difference? Possibly… I was so blind! If I had only
seen! Then, maybe… What? Would I have loved her? Perhaps. I could have loved her.
At some time I could have, but now…? I have Cosette. I have Cosette because 'Ponine
gave her to me. Oh God, how could You have done this?

Eponine loved me and yet she took me to Cosette. She wanted me to be happy.
Am I happy? Truly, mindlessly happy…?

I do love Cosette. I honestly love and cherish her more than my own life. But
now I realize I love Eponine as well, but in a different way. It is too late now. It is too
late because of me; because I asked Eponine to deliver a letter for me. I could have done
it myself. I should have done it myself. Why didn't I do it myself? I do not doubt that
Eponine delivered my message. She loved me that much.

I look at the cooling, bloody body in my arms. I kiss her forehead and wonder
"Why?"
The End