A/N Hola! This is TheJondretteGirls' first fanfic, and it's me! EPPY LIZ! Reese is having a bath at the moment so she's not writing fanfiction. It's a shame.

Anywhoo, I published this on BBC Bitesize and I got positive reviewYay yay! But that was with a bunch of other KS3 people. Around the same age as me. OH WELL! Constructive criticism is welcome, but no flames please BECAUSE I'M SCARED OF FIRE. :O

Well, here ya go! Will be updated at some point. THERE IS MORE I PROMISE!

I feel his breath against my hand. The pain is... not there anymore. He whispers in my ear,

"'But you will live 'Ponine - dear God above!"

I want to believe him. I want to believe him so, so hard. I can feel the blood - I reach up to touch his face. I want him to smile. Poor M'seiur Marius! If only he had noticed. The whisper on the wind in the dead of the night.

"Don't you fret, M'seiur Marius, I don't feel any pain."

But I do. My heart aches as I think of his girl. I've seen him sleeping. He talks about her. I like sitting next to him when he sleeps. It makes me feel peaceful. And I can pretend I don't hear the gunshot. I can pretend I can't hear the screams. I'll watch his breathing. Up and down. Up and down. I try and do the same now. It's hard. My breathing is shaky.

"You will keep me close."

He pulls me to his chest. I've got his shirt all messy. It's covered in blood. I want to cry, but I know it won't be long - and what's the use in wasting tears?

"And rain.."

"And rain.."

"Will make the flowers..."

"Will make the flowers..."

I want to say the last word. I don't like to leave things unfinished. I open my mouth, to utter the last word, to make it final...

It hurts. It hurts so much. I try to breath. I try to scream. Neither are working. i nuzzle my head into M'seiur Marius' chest.

This rain will make the flowers grow.

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I open my eyes. He's... gone. He not sitting where he was...

"M'seiur Marius!" I call.

There is no reply. I pull myself up, steadily. The pain is gone. It doesn't hurt anymore. I close my eyes really tight, hoping that when I open them again he'll be there. Gradually, I open one eye. He's not there. A single tear runs down my cheek. He's gone. He's really and truly left me for his girl.

I begin to walk away. I don't want to look back. If he's left me, then... Then that's fine. So be it. I will get by.

"Her name was Éponine. Her life was cold and dark, but she was unafraid..."

M'seiur Marius! He hasn't left! He stayed with me! I turn around. I want to see his face so much it hurts. And I see him. My M'seiur Marius. He is... crying. Why is he crying? I am here. Alive and real! I walk over and touch his face.

"Why are you crying?"

He doesn't answer. He doesn't even acknowledge me. My M'seiur Marius has abandoned me. He doesn't care anymore. And the tears come again. They stream down my face. I am right in front of him, but yet he doesn't care.

I begin to walk away. I don't belong on the barricade anymore. And it is only when I begin to climb the barricade, hoping against hope that I will not be seen that I see a girl in M'seiur Enjolras' arms. And I don't think to care, to think, to wonder until I see the girl is... me...

That is not me. I am here. I am now. I am one person and one being. I jump down from my place on the barricade and graze my arm. It…doesn't hurt. Why doesn't it hurt? Why can't I feel the pain? I look at my arm. There is nothing. No blood. No trace of anything. Am I making too much of it? I shake my head and try not to think about it - my main aim now is to find out about the girl.

"M'seiur Enjolras!" I call. He does not answer. I think nothing of it. If M'seiur Marius would not answer why would the marble man? I run towards him and look at the girl lying limp in his arms. She wears my clothes. She wears my expression. She wears ME. I am her and she is me. We are one and the same. How can this be? And then I remember. The bullet. The song. The blood. Could it be? Am I...dead?

"Life without Cosette means nothing at all..."

Cosette? Who's Cos- Oh. M'seiur Marius' girl. The girl who was supposed to be a servant . The girl who just wouldn't stay out of my life. Out of my love. And even though I'm gone, that's still all he'll ever talk about. I wait for him to mention me. To shed another tear for me. The words don't come. The tears aren't shed. Oh! M'seiur Marius! Have you forgotten me already?

Courfeyrac's cry of, "Gavroche! Come back!" brings me back to my senses.

Gavroche? No... not my brother. Please God, not my brother! He never did any wrong. You took Marius away from me, he's got his girl and he doesn't want me. And maybe... Maybe that's OK. But please, please not my brother...

Peace out, VIVE LA FRANCE and all that. Eppy Liz xx