It was a chilly night when Javert stood on the bridge of the Seine overlooking the city of Paris. It was silent except for the sounds of the waves ripping against each other.

"Why can't I arrest you, Valjean?!" he shouted to the sky. "Why?!"

The starry night sky didn't answer him. He set his hat on the stone parapet and climbed on top of it. He stared down into the water, wondering if he should jump or not. His stomach felt sick. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling tears burning his eyes and spilling down his cheeks. He jumped down to the ground and curled into a ball where his hat was and started to cry.

Loud sobs tore from his throat as he let out wails of grief that echoed around him and through the city. His eyes burned with his tears. His chest felt like it was on fire.

His tears dried on his cheeks when he stopped crying. His eyes were red and sore from his sobs. He sat curled into a ball before he stood up and grabbed his hat.

Putting the hat on his head, Javert turned to look out over the Seine again. He lowered his head a tear fell from his left eye. He was startled when he felt a hand touch his shoulder. He turned around and saw Valjean standing behind him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I heard you crying," Valjean replied. "I came to find you."

Javert hugged the other man and buried his face into his chest. "I'm sorry, Valjean."

"Shh, Javert. I will take you home."