Eponine placed her new soap dispenser on the counter of her fully finished bathroom proudly. Well, it wasn't exactly new. She had bought it about a year ago, when she first started to imagine leaving Montparnasse. She had continuously added to her little stash for her apartment, always dreaming of leaving, but never actually leaving. Until now. It felt absolutely fantastic to be free of everything. She remembered feeling this way two years, when she had just started college and didn't know anyone. It had been a fantastic three months, living in the dorms with Cosette, No one knew her past or her parents or her boyfriend with the bad reputation. She was just some girl majoring in psychology. That was until Montparnasse had 'conveniently' moved not far from the University, and begged her to move in with him. She had never been able to say no to him, which had caused many problems.
She looked around her bathroom and smiled. It was quite beautiful, if she dared to say so herself. The light blue balanced the dark cabinets well, and her grey towels and accessories seemed to her to tie everything in. I should have majored in interior design she thought smugly. She walked over to her kitchen, which she was planning to paint next. It wouldn't be too much work to paint it on her own, but she much would have preferred Enjolras there for company. She was fully aware she had picked the fight, but he had acted so outrageously out of line. For him to be so full of himself, and think himself so much better then herself, and even Marius, who she had thought was his good friend. He had acted exactly like how Montparnasse would have acted, and that disappointed Eponine more than anything. But she had started the whole business, and she really couldn't blame anyone but herself. She was used to that though. Something inside her seemed to panic whenever something good happened to her, and she felt the need to sabotage her own happiness.
She glanced at her phone, casually checking for a message begging for forgiveness, but telling herself she was looking at the time. It was late. Really late, but Eponine thought about staying up and finishing the kitchen. She sighed know she wouldn't She hated staying up late, preferring to wake up early. And she knew if she altered her sleep schedule, she would never get it back on track. She went to bed, but it took her awhile to get to sleep. Her apartment made unfamiliar noises, and she couldn't take comfort in the fact Enjolras was sleeping not far away like she had the night before.
