I DONT OWN LES MISERABLES OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS.

Cosette could no longer remember how she'd blackmailed Marius into coming to live with her. Of course she remembered the why, but the how was uncertain.

He wouldn't talk to her, he would hardly leave his room, he barely even looked at her.

Cosette had imagined that when he lived with her, he'd remember that he loved her. He'd kiss her, they'd talk all day, he'd be sweet and loving, like before.

But he wouldn't even hold her hand. He was cold and distant. He wouldn't hardly talk to her, not about the wedding, not about anything. They only talked to argue, and she always won their arguments.

If I could turn back time, I would make sure I was first in his life.

She didn't get any satisfaction from winning the arguments. He never really put up much of a fight, it was nearly always one-sided arguments, and their conversations were definitely always one-sided.

You should know, this love we share, was never meant to die.

She was lying on her luxurious bed, thinking all this.

He was hers, surely? Cosette smirked. She still had him here. There was nothing he could do about that.

She shouted down at Marius, who was lying on his makeshift bed, which consisted of a blanket and cushions. His bed had shifted subtly further away from hers each night, so he was now at the back wall.

"Marius, love? Are you sleeping?"

He wasn't sleeping. He was in fact thinking, about Éponine.

If I was sleeping, I'd be with you. The only dream I have is being with you.

He barely moved.

You've got to fight for every dream...Because, whose to know, which one you let go, would have made you complete?

"Darling?"

She never gave me any chances, to show you how much I care.

No response.

"Honey?"

Whether the future has dark or bright days, I will still love you, until the last mile of our way.

He continued to stare at the wall, ignoring her. He wasn't her darling, her honey, nor her love.

She sighed exaggeratedly. "Marius?"

He grunted in response. At least this was an improvement to those sickly names.

You give me strength. You give me hope. You give me someone to love.

"Marius!"

"What?!" he growled back, now just annoyed.

You find it in the deepest friendship...The kind you cherish all your life.

She shook her head. "I don't even know why I'm fighting for you anymore."

I want to be there for you, sharing in everything you do.

"Wait...does this mean I can go back to Éponine?!" he grinned, excitedly.

Nothing in this life feels right, because she's the best thing in my life.

"NO! No, you are going nowhere near that bitch."

I don't want to have to try, to live without you in my life.

Marius' face deflated extremely quickly. His heart felt like a balloon, had just been filled with happiness, but Cosette had just let that go, and his heart was slowly deflating to its normal small, miserable way.

Why can't I leave, when everything I adore, and everything I'm living for, is you?

"She's not a bitch," he retorted.

If my heart's not in it for real, please don't try to make me fake what I feel.

"Name one good thing she's done for anyone?" she snarled.

"Name one bad thing she's done to anyone?!"

Always, you'll be a part of me. I'll forever feel you strenth, when I need it.

Cosette shrieked with laughter. It was an ugly, menacing laugh. Unlike Éponine's light, pretty laugh, Marius thought.

"She constantly tormented me as a child!"

"We've been over this-"

"Yes, parent's example, so on, so on! No wonder she turned out a whore with parents like that!"

"She is not a whore either, Cosette!"

"How do you know she hasn't become a whore?" smirked Cosette, determined to wind him up now that he was being infuriatingly annoying.

"Enjolras wouldn't let herself become a whore!"

"What if they had no other choice?"

"Enjolras and Joly both nearly have degrees!"

"Yes, and they also both nearly won a revolution against the Government and the King. That's a crime deserving death! They might be able to go out in daylight because people will be scared to confront them. But they'll be scared to employ them! Scared for their safety, and scared that no one would come anywhere near their business...And they'd be right! Éponine would be unrecognised, and what other job is a girl like Éponine going to get?!"

Cosette, of course, accidentally on purpose forgot to mention that Enjolras had inherited quite a lot from his family, and that Joly had too. She didn't mention that there were other jobs for women. She didn't mention that plenty of people in France admired Enjolras and Joly for their bravery, fight and cause, and would be more than happy to employ and do business with them.

But Marius was too worried about Éponine, and furiously shook his head.

"Éponine would rather starve than give herself like that!"

"Then how do you know she's not starving?" she smirked.

Marius jumped straight up and bolted for the door.

It'll be alright, I'm coming home tonight.

"Marius Pontmercy!" screeched Cosette, overtaking him.

"What?" he groaned, trying to get past her and out the door.

"You're not going anywhere. I have dirt on you," she smirked. "Enjolras, Joly and that bitch all hate you. You've nowhere to go...Remember?" she added.

There are a million places I could go...But without you, it's not home.

Marius slumped against the wall, dropping his head into his hands.

All of our tears, will be lost in the rain, when I find my way back to your arms again.

"You're wrong, you know," he mumbled into his palms.

Cosette folded her arms and stared at him, challenging him to prove her wrong.

"She's not a bitch. You're the bitch, Cosette."

I can't sleep. Everything I ever knew, is a lie without you.

Éponine fumbled around the kitchen, none of her thoughts on the food.

When she was with company, she couldn't dwell on her feelings. But Phillie was at a friends', and Enjolras and Joly were reading in Enjolras' room.

But she couldn't help but feel that she missed Marius, more than she should.

It's not like you ever loved me. We weren't together. You're with Cosette. Why should I miss you, when you clearly doesn't miss me?

These were recurring thoughts. They patrolled angrily around Éponine's mind, leaving her incapable of other thoughts.

You just upped and left. You left me hardly any explanation, and you havn't visited once since. You clearly doesn't even care.

Éponine couldn't stop thinking these things.

As she reached for a knife, she started to break down.

It was the first time she'd been truly allowed to let it go. When Phillie, happy, calm, composed Phillie, was around, it was impossible to feel sad. But when she left, Éponine went back to weeping over Marius.

She set down the knife on the counter, and went to sit on a chair at the table. She brought her knees up to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them, burying her head in her knees.

I don't want to face the world alone, without you by my side.

Sure, she had friends. And yes, she had a small job.

You couldn't love me. But you didn't have to leave me...

But what more did she have?

I tried to tell you how I felt...But how could I, when words fail?

Where were her parents? Why didn't she have a family? Why did no-one love her? Why was it that Éponine had only three friends?

Night after night, I hear myself say...Why can't this feeling just fade away?

What had Éponine got, now that Marius was gone?

When you were close, all I knew was that I never wanted to let you go.

Surely, on paper, he wasn't much. He was just another friend, he brought the list up to four friends.

Even people in love said I was a fool for loving you too much.

But he really was so much more. She looked forward to seeing him, even if he would just sit there and talk about Cosette. He had once made a vow, in what they both thought to be her final moments, to stay with her, even if he hadn't. She loved his company, even if it normally wasn't for long. She loved him, even if he didn't love her.

I thought God loved me, since he sent me you.

He had saved her from the darkness. He had saved her from her father, his friends, his plans for her. He'd brought light into her life. And she'd be eternally grateful.

It's hard to forget someone, if they give you so much to remember them by.

He might have just been a friend, but he meant so much more than that.

I'll be broken and I'll show it, but I'm going to have to live without you here.

Sure, he loved Cosette. What man wouldn't, if I was the only other option? she thought bitterly.

You never saw how beautiful you are to me.

But that didn't mean he had to leave Éponine, not when she was already so broken, fragile.

Love has never been good to me. Maybe it's just my destiny to live my life alone...

Éponine shook her head, getting up from the chair.

You won't be the end of me. If you were the one, you couldn't hurt me this much.

SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER!

As you know, I did a 36 hour fast last week. I had to sort out all the sponsorships, and then I did a 24 hour silence, for the same charity, and had to get sponsors for that.

I have been sick for three weeks, but I was down in Dublin for Lá Fhéíle Pádraig / Day...and it rained. (At least all the non-irish people got a real taste of irish...the rain was more irish than the festival,hahahaha.) Anyway, so I've got a lot worse and I currently spend my days in bed sleeping, so reviews are going to be short + rare!

Sorry:(

I sort of realised that this was mainly a dialogue story, so I really tried to bump up and emphasize how much Marius and Éponine miss each other, and about their hopes and regrets.

Cyber hugs to the westlife fans that recognized all my westlife quotes!

See ya soon, hopefully!

Le grá,

Ó, Niamh Ní Luachra