Eponine inhaled and exhaled quickly, her heart was pounding in her ears and she suddenly became light headed. She slowly lowered herself against a wall and she began to think about what had just happened between her and Enjolras, she had always been so stuck on Marius that she had never taken a step back to look around and see that there was somebody else who loved her. She loved Marius but if he could never love her then would she be able to let herself love another, Enjolras was kind and sweet and she suddenly realised that she had turned a deep shade of red when she thought about the way his muscular frame compared to Marius' own slender one. Enjolras was beautiful but he was not Marius. He did not make Eponine's heart leap when he walked into the room, he did not cause her to take another breath if he accidentally brushed against her.
Eponine found herself imagining a situation, if it were between comforting her or Cosette on their deathbeds then Eponine was sure that Marius would run to Cosette. It did not matter to him all that Eponine had done for him.
The streets began to shimmer and the rain fell onto Eponine , she lay on the pavement to afraid to go home but so confused she could not go back to the Tavern. She curled into a ball and closed her eyes; she knew if she was going to die this would be her way to go with no fuss. She began to sing almost deliriously to herself in a soft voice. Her lips were chapped and moved slowly letting out the croaky song
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men,
This is the music of the boys inside the tavern over there
But what they don't all know is that the girl upon the street
Is all on her own due to Marius Pontmercy.
Would he give all he could give so that I'd live another day,
Would he fall in my place and would he stand in front of me
But would marble be a better protection for all to see.
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men
This is the song of the girl who gave up on life again
They will never know the hurt of a love that cannot be
I will lie here till the morn waiting for Monsieur Pontmercy.
She could feel the cold wrapping its arms around her and she let herself be held even if it was by something that wanted to take her away, she hummed herself to sleep and let the night take her slowly away.
