A/N: I want to thank you all so much for your kind words and your reviews. I hope this chapter is alright, It's a little short. But the way I planned, there's is going to be a bunch of chapters. So, I promise it will pick up, but I'm just taking my time. And hopefully, it's not too slow.

So, Here is Chapter 6.

Worlds Away

Chapter 6 - It Can Happen So Fast

Things can change in the blink of an eye. Time is the greatest antagonist in our lives that push and pull us through life. Things happen so suddenly and in a matter of moments that can greatly affect and change our lives every minute afterward. One minute you're here and the next minute, you're gone.

"Can I help you with something, Mademoiselle?" Marius asked upon Eponine's outburst. Eponine stood speechless under the cold stare of Cosette. She was not supposed to be here, she should be locked behind a gate somewhere under her "father's" watchful eye. Not here with Marius.

All of Les Amis had turned their full attention to the scene that was taking place before them. Enjolras made his way over to Eponine and stood beside her. "You will have to excuse my friend here; she is not well." Enjolras stated trying to clear up the confusion.

Eponine felt her eyes start to swell but she held it back with all her might, "Marius, please, don't you remember me?"

Marius made no sound but continued staring at the girl dumfounded. Cosette kept her light demeanor but she was getting frustrated now, "Marius? Who is this girl?" She tried to ask gently as she pushed his shoulder and gestured to Eponine. Marius' gaze did not move and he did not reply. "Marius? Answer me, how do you know her?"

"Marius, please." Eponine said again as her voice cracked.

Enjolras placed a hand on Eponine's shoulder. She immediately shrugged it off and stepped away from him. "Cosette, this is Eponine. She hit her head and lost her memory. You'll have to excuse what she says."

Cosette stood up and walked closer to Eponine. Marius had still not moved from his position. Cosette stood about 3 inches taller than Eponine but to Eponine she felt like she was being towered over. "We. Don't. Know. You." Cosette said enunciating every word as if talking to a foreigner who didn't speak the same language.

Eponine tore her gaze away from Cosette, possibly frightened by the her. She looked to Enjolras. "No! I didn't forget anything. It is all of you who forgot me!" Eponine's voice was beginning to raise. She turned her attention back to Cosette with a new fire in her eyes. "I know you, Cosette! I know you're mother died and she left you." A look of hurt flashed through Cosette's eyes but Eponine did not stop. "L'alouette that never sang." She mocked. "Your mother left you with an Innkeeper and his wife. They made you clean floors and eat under the table like a dog. But then a man took you away and now look what you've become. A spoiled bourgeoisie." She spat.

The room fell silent. Everyone listened intently to the cat fight going on. Cosette made no reply as there was nothing to say but her eyes told that she did remember something from her childhood. Eponine took this time to make it clear to everyone how much she knew. "Marius," she stated with certainty. "You pretend to be poor but I know very well that your Grandfather is rich. You're running away from your past, trying to make it on your own. That ring on your finger," She pointed to his hand, "That is your grandfather's. You are a kind and good student Monsieur le Baron Pontmercy. I know you are."

"Grantaire," Eponine stated next. His face full of enjoyment from the altercation taking place, turned to Eponine amused. "R, I know you drink to forget the demons in your past. You drink so you won't feel the hurt." Grantaire's face fell solemn and sober at the truth she spoke. "Everyone thinks you are a scatterbrained inebriate but I know you are a smart, inquisitive student with a heart too broken to face reality."

"Jean Prouvaire, no, Jehan. You write poetry. You are quite a romantic. Most think of your writing as a very feminine quality but when they read it, they are awestruck at the way you can captivate a heart with words. You can send even the most pitiful of hearts soaring with your words." Eponine addressed each individual around the room.

"Bahorel, You are the strong one of all your friends. You are the strength that resides in Les Amis. But underneath, you are a sweet dandy who can sympathize with the working men of Paris.

"Combeferre, You are such a philosophical student who spends a great deal of time on his studies. You guide Les Amis with your thought and help Enjolras most. You study medicine on the side, but you greatly prefer philosophy. It may even be possible that you read more than Enjolras does.

"Courfeyrac, Les Amis is nothing without you. You are the centre that holds all the students together. Your knowledge and wit make you charismatic to all the people and even the women." She said with a wink. "You are the greatest friend to Marius. I know how much you've helped him.

"Feuilly, I know you don't attend the university like the rest of Les Amis, but you are still much smarter than you give yourself credit for. You are an important member of Les Amis, you are what keeps it standing with your dedication and passion.

"Lesgle, or Bousset, as everyone calls you. You've not had much luck in your life, but when you're with your friends here, nothing else seems to matter. You are the luckiest person when you're here. Your heart is the best part about you, how much you care shows in all the work you do.

"Joly," Eponine smiled, "Oh Joly, you are such a knowledgeable medical student. You are going to make a fantastic doctor one day. You never go a day without smiling, and even more, never a day without helping someone. We would all be lost if you weren't here to keep us healthy and in check." Eponine's voice turned soft, "And Musichetta loves you a great deal. She doesn't know how lucky she is to have you." Joly blushed.

Eponine completed the circle and turned to face the last member of Les Amis standing behind her, "Enjolras." She said as she closed the distance between them. "You are the smartest, strongest, most powerful speaker in all of Paris. You inspire us with your words of freedom, liberty, and equality. You engulf yourself in your work, you lose yourself creating something wonderful. You are the leader, the chief of Les Amis. You are what keeps everyone moving forward, never letting anyone fall off the path to freedom. And I know you have the capability to love, even if that love is only for Patria." Enjolras' face reddened and he didn't look Eponine in the eye.

Eponine turned around to face the group again. They had all fallen silent at her truthful words. Her voice raised with indignation, "I know. I know all of this - I remember this. I remember all of you." Her voiced turned soft and she looked down at the floor, "But I guess you don't remember me." She paused. "I guess you don't care enough to remember me." Her voice again filled with anger and her eyes filled with tears ready to spill over. "You don't care! None of you care! None of you will ever care about me!"

Eponine's hands flew to her face to hide the tears that began pouring down her cheeks. In that moment, she did the one thing she is best at: she ran. It happened so fast. The next moment she was gone.

"Eponine!" Enjolras yelled after her. He turned quickly to run after her. Joly, also stood alert and ready to go with Enjolras.

"Wait!" Came a voice that shocked everyone. Enjolras frantically turned around to see Marius standing there. All the while Eponine had given her speech, Marius had been completely still. He had not uttered one word. His eyes had closed involuntarily and his mind forced him to watch the memory.

The Paris cobblestones were slick with rain. Large puddles pooled in the gaps. The night blanketed the streets with darkness. Marius was walking down the streets with his head down to keep the rain out of his face. His brain hurt from thinking of a solution for his dilemma.

For a few days now, he had been leaving notes for Cosette in the wrought iron fence. His every thought had been consumed by her. He had missed countless Les Amis meetings, choosing to spend time with Cosette rather than his friends. But Courfeyrac had cornered him the previous night accusing him of not taking the meetings and the revolution seriously. He said that the boys are very disappointed in him for not showing up. Courfeyrac finally said that if he missed one more meeting, he would not be welcome back again.

Currently, it had been an entire day that he had not left a note for Cosette. He could miss another meeting, or deliver the note to Cosette. His heart longed for Cosette, just to catch a glimpse of her, but his mind told his feet to carry him to the meeting.

He would've missed the girl covered in shadows and concealed in the darkness had it not been for her voice.

"Bonsoir Monsieur Marius." His attention suddenly turned to see the figure perched against the wall. She stepped forward out of the darkness and into the dim light. He squinted his eyes to get a better look at the figure.

Recognizing the matted hair smeared to her face from the rain, the dirty complexion, and the torn threadbare clothes, his face slightly lit up from its grim disposition. "Oui Eponine, Bonsoir to you to." Marius turned to walk away, continuing to the Musain. He heard the light patter of Eponine's feet through the water following behind him.

"Marius," She called. "Are you attending one of your meetings tonight? Do you wish for some accompaniment?"

Marius' feet stopped. His head lifted up as an idea struck him. He whipped back around to face Eponine with a grin on his face. Eponine's heart soared at his look of happiness. A smile appeared across her face as well. "Yes! Eponine, you are the answer to a prayer! I need you-"

Her heart felt like it would burst from the sheer amount of happiness she was overcome with. He put his hand inside his coat and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper. "Please take this letter to Cosette for me. I beg of you to do it." Her smile was wiped clean off her face, washed away with the pouring rain. "Just leave it in the gate of 55 Rue Plumet. Please do this Eponine-" Her heart rate quickened again when he said her name. He held out his hand with the letter in it. "-For me?"

She forced a smile on her face again with all the courage she could muster. "For you, Marius." She said softly as she took the letter from his hand.

"Oh! 'Ponine! Thank you! Thank you!" He glided over to her picking her up in a hug. She squealed in delight. She never wanted the moment to end, but in the next breath, he dropped her from the hug. She stumbled off the sidewalk, still grasping the letter in her now clenched hand. She stared at him walking off.

Marius stared up into the heavens, floating away from her. His thoughts could once again return to Cosette now that his dilemma was solved. He left Eponine there without even a backwards glance at her and her broken soul.

Marius' eyes had burst open when the memory had finished replaying itself in his mind. He looked at Enjolras who was waiting for him to speak.

"I remember her."

Cosette's eyes widened. "How do you know her, Marius?" She asked in her small voice.

He turned around to face her, "She delivered a letter for me once." He paused. "A letter to you." Cosette stood expressionless.

And with that statement, Marius, Enjolras, and Joly hastened out of the cafe to find Eponine.