Chapter 2
"Don't ferget yer errands, Ep'nine!" Master Thenardier called to her.
"I won't!" She called back. Eponine began roaming throughout the streets of Paris. Her feet carried her to the market. She waved a sympathetic 'hello' to some of the kinder and less fortunate whores that roamed the streets. She knew which alleyways to avoid and which people who's eyes one should not gaze directly into. She was quite street smart for her tender age of seventeen. Just as she was about to turn into the market, someone caught her eye. Marius.
"Hello, 'Ponine!" He smiled as if he had just heard the single most hilarious thing in the entire world. Her heart skipped a beat.
"Hi, Marius. What's so funny?" She asked.
"You simply won't believe what I just saw. I was walking by the lake and witnessed Enjolras and Grantaire holding hands. If anyone found out they were such softies, they would simply die of embarrassment."
"You're gonna tell everyone, aren't you."
"Definitely. Make sure to come by, tonight. So we can tease them, together."
"Will do."
"I've got to get to a lesson. But, I will see you later, then." He waved and briskly walked away. Then he turned right around.
"Don't do anything illegal while I'm away." She laughed.
"I'll try." He scurried away, for real this time.
"See you later," Eponine spoke under her breath. She watched him until he disappeared from sight. Just before he did, she watched as he tripped and fell. Her eyes widened and she sprinted over to help him up. She stopped dead in her tracks. Marius had run into a young woman extremely close to her age. She knew that gorgeous blonde creature.
Cosette. A wave of guilt washed over her like a tsunami. She and her sister, Azelma, had treated Cosette horribly as children. She guessed that this was what the students would call 'poetic justice.' At the old inn, Eponine was a princess dressed in fine dresses and bonnets and Cosette was a servant adorned in rags. It was a perfect mirror image, now.
Marius was scrambling on the cobblestones, collecting her groceries. "I am so, so sorry, Mademoiselle. That was clearly my mistake." He rambled while placing apples back into her basket. Cosette gasped. She quickly glanced down with a look of pure astonishment on her face. Eponine was too far away to see where she was looking.
"You are far too kind, Monsieur." Marius gasped as well. When he glanced down, it was far clearer as to where he was looking. His arm. His forearm. His tattoo. His head snapped up. Eponine didn't hear their next exchanging of words. She was too busy running away from the soulmates.
