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It had been four years since their last encounter. Four years and he decides to show up to send his condolences to the family? All these memories rushed inside of her head as if it was just yesterday he had told her he loved her. The walks by the pond, their dinner outings together, the feel of his kisses against her lips, no. Eponine wasn't going to have it. He couldn't just walk back into her life. She walked up to her mama and siblings, glowering at his presence. He hadn't changed much. His eyes were the same shade of ocean blue, and that floppy hair that Eponine had once loved to run her fingers through, was styled perfectly to his face. His eyes danced at the sight of Eponine, for not seeing her in such a long period of time. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace, while lifeless Eponine just stood there, cold and firm.

"Dearest Eponine, how I've missed you so! Once I heard the news of your father's passing, I got here as soon as I could to see if you and your family were all right and in need of anything. I'm truly sorry for your loss Eponine."

His apologies seemed sincere, such comfort and kindness in his voice, but Eponine knew better than to fall into his trap again. Hypnotizing her in a trance of love for him again was not going to happen anytime soon.

She stiffens up and replies curtly, "Thank you Monsieur for your visit, now if you'll excuse me.."

Eponine curtsies out of respect and rushes off to the door, in need of some air. She had heard her mother whisper harshly, "Manners, Eponine," but she had to get of the suffocated room. Her words to Marius came out cool, like she intended to but, she felt distraught toward the situation. Did he really think that since time has passed, things would just resolve on their own? That's not how Eponine handled situations. All she wanted at the moment was a mug of beer at the Cafe Musain, a tavern where most young adults frolicked to, and drown her feelings of this dreadful day with the harsh liquid running through her. Maybe even a couple would do the trick to feel numb and take her away from reality.

She soon realized that she was not alone. Heavy footsteps were coming from behind her, and a hand suddenly grasped firm to her arm, pulling her back. She turned and gave a look of annoyance to him. Marius, of course. She had been expecting him to follow her for her lack of conversation with him. Marius loved to talk. The trick sometimes was to get him to quiet down and just take in the moment of them being together in each others arms.

She stopped in her tracks and politely, but harshly asked, "Would you mind letting go of me Monsieur?"

"Eponine, why are you treating me with such hatred? It's been four years and this is what our first meeting in such a time is to be like?"

Unbelievable. Although she wished nothing to be like her father, Eponine did have a temper that shouldn't be tested. "How do you expect me to react Monseiur? To leap into your arms like I did four years ago, fall back in love with you, and forgive you? No. You do not realize what sadness you brought over me that day. You said you loved me and wished to be with me 'til eternity. Then I catch you kissing that pretty blonde girl. Do you know how that made me feel? Like a charity case, like dirt, the scum of the scummiest. I was humiliated. And you Monseiur, proved to me you were not a man like I thought you were. You simply walked out of my life. So, you can go on with your life and never cross paths with me again. I'll never forgive you."

"Eponine, I'm sorry-"

"It's a little late for apologies Monsieur. Four years too late! Go home to your beloved and leave me be."

"Eponine, please-" reaching for her cheek, but she scoffs off in bewilderment.

"No Monsieur, don't," and with that she stalks off to the Cafe with her head held high, and leaves Marius in shock.


"One more please," Eponine asked the bartender, slipping him another coin for the beverage. He started to slide it down before another man caught it.

"Mademoiselle , how many have you had? 5 to say the least? I've lost count from watching you slurp this vile drink for the past hour," remarked Enjolras, a close friend of hers. After her romance with Marius, Eponine had come to the tavern for a drink on a daily basis to wash away her sorrows and she soon befriended Enjolras in no time. He was a bourgeois boy, but yet didn't support what his class did. Most of the elite were devoted to the King, but not Enjolras. He noticed things. He believed that all human beings were created equal and the distinction between the poor and the rich were much too great; so he planned on doing something about the matter. This 16 year old talked with such passion and emotion towards this cause, Eponine couldn't help but fawn over such loyalty to the people of France he showed. Granted, their young age prolonged her to think that he would one day forget about the cause, but now, 19 years of age, the people of France was still his top priority. No women, no distrations. France was his only mistress. He soon gathered his friends from the university and everyday they met at the Cafe Musain to discuss revolution ideas and plans. His voice, his dedication, his passion, is what drove these men to continue moving forward with the pending revolution at hand. Eponine treasured their friendship greatly for he had treated her as an equal right from the start. The rags that she adorned, Enjolras looked past it all. He listened to her and she listened to him and she couldn't bear to lose such a connection.

"I've lost count too myself to be honest, but its 'kay, I feel 't ease. I feel whole. I'd like another round of drinks on ze double, bartender!" shouted Eponine. Growing up, liquor was easy to get a hold of, and she had been used to drinking. So a few drinks didn't really hurt her. But when she did choose to "drink," she drank. It was her medicine to rid her of her pains. Only when she these pains consumed her so grandly, drinking was the only option for her to swallowing it all away. Enjolras worried about her when growing up when he noticed her large consummations of alcohol intake some days. He knew of her troubled past and he had always tried to comfort her the best way that he could, suggesting alcohol wasn't the best way, but perhaps to talk it out. She knew she could always confide in him.

"Mademoiselle, you say you're all right but I know you. You only drink when somethings nagging at you. Come now, let's go upstairs."

"You know how t' get under my skin wit you calling me Mademoiselle when I'm in this state, Monsieur.." rising on her feet, ready to smack his shoulder, before her knees gave out. He readily took grasp of her shoulders. She put an arm around him, and he took a hold of her waist.

"Touché Mademoiselle. Touché…" It was too high class to address one another as Mademoiselle or Monsieur to the two, so they had made a pact to never do so to each other at least, first name basis only.

"Monsieur Enjolras, I'm fine, I just need another toddy of maybe gin perhaps this time?" Eponine hiccuped at him. He had gently placed her on a chaise that was in the middle of the small library, most comfortable to sit back and read, like he did daily.

"No Eponine, you do not need more alcohol in your system, you are going to fall asleep in 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1…" Enjolras glanced over and like he presumed, she was snoring lightly, hair tangled in opposite directions and her body was contortioned in the strangest manner. He chuckled at the sight, but then suddenly grew serious. He had pay respects earlier to the funeral procession for her father and she seemed okay. Eponine, not used to showing emotion, looked solemn yet at ease with the whole situation. Enjolras had a hunch that something else was getting at her. Only a few things from her past could break her down into such a state like this.

"Why Marius, why have you come back…" Eponine slurred in her profound sleep. She then started to punch the air, with fists balled tightly. Enjolras calmed her down by getting a hold of her hands and gently pressing against them to her stomach. He tenderly stroked her hand in his until she was back in her peaceful slumber.

"Marius, hmm?" Enjolras thought out loud. Eponine had told him their story and when had first heard it, anger rose in him. He hadn't heard her mention the name in awhile, knowing that she had got over him, but hearing it again tonight, that same anger flared up in him again. Why did he feel this rage towards the name Marius? He did not know, but he knew in his heart, that he cared for Eponine deeply, and the thought of someone hurting her like that, didn't deserve to live.

"Marius…" Eponine repeated again. Enjolras sighed in frustration, and held on to her hand again.

"I will make sure no one will hurt you again, Mademoiselle," hoping to be barely audible for her to her.

"Thank you Enjolras," Eponine whispered in the shadows. Enjolras smiled in the dark, but this madness of hate of this Marius, still consumed him. He wanted to protect her. Shield her from harm. To be her knight in shining armor. At that thought, another came over him, Am I falling for Eponine Thernadier?

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