Author's Note: I got inspired for the first part of this chapter by Meg's verse in "Why Does She Love Me?" from Love Never Dies. I thought that it described how Eponine was feeling. Here are the lyrics:

The sea is calm

The sea is gray

It washes

Everything away

Sink into the deep

Blue and cool and kind

Then drift off to sleep

Let the past unwind

Leave the hurt behind

Anyway, on with the story! Oh, and review if you want to :)

Eponine felt the air being forced out of her lungs as she jumped. As she hit the water, her body went numb, shutting down as the freezing water hit her like a thousand knives stabbing her. Finally. She thought, I can finally let it go. The unrelenting river washed away every memory as they passed before her eyes. As she allowed herself to go limp, the water filled her lungs. She closed her eyes. I'm sorry, she thought as felt the world slip away. She was finally in a peacefull sleep.

The world was spinning and was far too bright. At least, that's how Eponine felt when she opened her eyes. Adjusting to the near blinding light, Eponine lifted her head to survey her surroundings. Where was she? Her head felt like cement (as did the rest of her body) and it hurt to even move. Looking around, she saw that she was alone in a room. It was painted pink and rather lovely, but where was she? And then the worst of her doubts crept up into her mind. Oh, God. Did it not work? Am I still alive? Please, no. There's no way. No way in heaven or hell.

Eponine looked down at herself to see that she was notin the same clothing she died (did she?) in. In replacement of her tattered brown skirt and ratty old chemise with a sorry excuse of a peasant shirt, there was a beautiful dress. A dress of blue silk that fit perfectly over a corset and puffed out at the waist, it even had white lace bordering the skirt. In short, it was the most beautiful dress she's ever worn. Of course, she dressed well as a child, but that was just a distant memory. And she remembered nothing so fine as the dress she wore now. After gawking at her dress, Eponine looked around the pink room, and noticed that she was on a bed. The matress was soft and the bedding nearly as beautiful as the dress. The pillows were adorned with white lace and the pillow itself was pink. The same could be said of the blanket. On the far right side of the room was a dresser with beautiful carvings covering the wood and all of its pink glory. Next to the dresser was a door, though it was white, it was still wonderfull due to the intricate detail in the golden door knob. Looking to the left the bed, she saw a side table (pink with gorgeous carvings in the wood) and on it was a mirror. The mirror was gold and beautifully hand crafted. But it wasn't the beauty of the mirror that surprised her. No, it was waht she saw in the mirror that made her gasp. It was her reflection. Along with the dress, her hair had been perfected. Her dark curls were piled atop her head in the latest parisian fashion, with a blue ribbon (matching her gown) keeping it in place. And her face was no longer dirty and covered in muck! She looked, dare she think it, beautiful.

But where was she? And who did this for (to?) her? And why? Eponine barely had a minute to process all of this when she heard footsteps coming from beyond the door. Sitting up like a rocket, Eponine listened and watched the door. Maybe I can get some answers from whoever happened to do this? Staring at the door knob, she saw it turn. The door opened painfully slowly, especially compared to Eponine's racing heart beat. The door finally opened, and she gasped, for in walked the most beautifully angelic man with a hand held out in front of him. An invitation...but to what?

Author's Note (again): Thank you so much for your lovely reviews! And constructive criticism. It was all very much appreciated! I hope you liked this chapter: I hope I didn't bore you too much with the descriptions, haha. I want to have the next chapter up soon. Thank you for reading!