Life has been crazy by giving me tests only worth 10% of our grade. Sorry for the long update. Let the journey continue!

-Ophelia

Eponine has been out for days. The two friends haven't talked in awhile ever since Marius took friendly strolls with Eponine.

Edith had no one to talk to and it hurt to sleep in an empty bed every night.

The lonely girl found herself walking around the streets where there were more people. She usually didn't like being around anyone but 'Ponine but it looked like she would have to start getting used to this loneliness. Without her friend by her side, she noticed a lot of things she hadn't noticed before. For instance, the large separation of rich and poor. People lay on the perimeter of the area as the rich walked about with their canes and buckled shoes. But one young man caught her eye...well the back of his head did.

A young man with light brown curls and a dark red jacket on walked about the square with his chin up high. The jacket made him standout from the dull crowd of beggars and the rich. In fact, Edith had seen that red jacket before. To recall, she has seen that jacket in every spot she has been in when she had to do her share of work. A boy who walks with such mannerism must be filthy rich, Edith thought. A sudden urge took over her. An act she is used to doing when seeing such a man: Steal.

Before she could even second guess her thoughts, she already started walking towards him while his back was turned. Hunting him like her prey. Completely unaware of Edith stalking him, he continued to walk with pride with scrawny Edith in his stride. Waiting for the opportune moment to steal the wallet she could vaguely see in the coat pocket by his swinging arm.

As the young began whistling an unfamiliar tune, Edith began to reach. With each step, she got closer and closer before finally grabbing the torn leather prize. Once she received it, she swiftly walked the other direction to avoid anymore contact with the stranger she stole from. Once she felt she was at safe distance, she immediately opened the wallet and counted the ...

Well what a disappointment. For a guy who walks with such firm posture and pride had only a few sous and three francs. What a joke, Edith thought to herself.

She let her hopes get the best out of her once again. What was she going to do now? Edith wanted to return it but he was probably long gone.

Defeated, she heads back to the route of her apartment while kicking a few pebbles on the way until she was bumped into a large figure, "Oh!" she yelped as she fell to the ground. Brushing off her boots, Edith spat at the figure's trousers, "Why you clueless-" she stopped her insult when she looked up at the figure. It was the curly boy with the red jacket standing above her with a slight grin.

"Need a hand?" his voice was soothing as he gave her a hand.

Edith shook her head, "What I need," She grunted as she stood back up on her own, "is for you to watch where you're going," Edith said through her clenched teeth.

"I believe you have something of mine there, mademoiselle." He gestured towards the large belt that was fastened around her waist. The place where she stuffed the moneyless wallet.

"Well-" She clutched it, "I saw it on the ground," she quickly lied.

The young man just chuckled, "Well, I'm glad you found it then. Could I have it back?" He held his hand out once again, seemingly patient for a guy who was just robbed.

Edith took the wallet from her belt and slapped it in his hand, "Wasn't much anyway," She muttered before turning around.

She could hear his footsteps behind her, "Wait, wait," He called back, "I've seen you somewhere before, mademoiselle!"

"Yeah? I walk around sometimes, so what?" She didn't slow down. Edith was doing her best to avoid anymore contact with the stranger.

"Wait! Where have I seen you before?" Finally, he caught up with her.

Edith groaned inwardly, "Can't you just leave me be? I get it, you've seen me places, but is it worth your time to ask where you saw me?"

"I got nothing but time. What is a beautiful woman such as you doing wandering around the streets of Paris alone, mademoiselle?" He asked.

Edith scoffed, "Beautiful?" She shook her head and crossed her arms, "And it's none of your concern. Not everyone has it easy to where they can buy such distracting clothing," She insulted.

What was supposed to be an offensive statement earned a laugh from the young man, "What? Easy?" He continued laughing uncontrollably, "Believe me, mademoiselle, nothing about my life is easy."

Edith was now looking more ways to get him away from her. She tried her best to be as mean as possible, "Would you stop calling me that?" Edith tried to make it clear that she wanted to be left alone.

"What is your name?" He asked attempting to keep up with her.

Edith rolled her eyes, "Edith, what's yours? Some upper class 'richy' name?" She insulted with a grin.

"Enjolras," he shook his head, "I am like you. No different, mademoiselle,"

She scoffed, "You're nothing like me," Edith gestured towards her apartment complex just ahead, "you see that?"

"Yes, why?"

Edith could detect the wrinkle in his nose as he looked upon the worn out apartment building, "This is where people like me live. I'm guessing you live off on a flat somewhere so don't give me your words of 'I am just like you' because we are nothing alike. Good day, Monsieur Enjolras," turning on her heel, she left him speechless outside the apartment complex.

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-Ophelia