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Chapter 11
"Marius? Marius!" A steady flow of tears streamed down my cheeks and I began shaking his shoulder, as if to wake him up. But I knew he wasn't asleep.
"No." I brought my knees up to my chest and pressed my forehead against the flat surface. What more could I do? Joly put his palms over Marius's heart and began pressing. I was sure he must have broken a few ribs by now. Joly has been doing this with no luck for what seems like forever. All hope is lost. Marius is dead. I'm past crying, my sorrow extends further that I ever believed it could before. My heart aches, and pain goes through my whole body. He was all I had left; now he's gone.
"This is all my fault!" I completely breakdown, gasping for breaths in between my sobs. Joly is too occupied with attempting to resurrect Marius to try and comfort me. I don't want him to acknowledge me anyways, nothing could comfort me now. Nothing except for Marius. I begin to pray again, and as I do I can feel God with me, offering what I needed most—Love.
"Please God! Please." I cry out in utter despair. "Don't let him die! Please God!" I'm barely audible through my crying. But I know God can hear me. In this time of sorrow, I hope He will.
There is a small time frame in which the human brain can go without oxygen. Six minutes. And time shows no repentance. I knot my fingers into his auburn hair, and his face blurs as my tears drop unchecked onto his silent face. I cannot contain my emotions. My hand caresses his cheek, which is now damp from my tears.
"Why couldn't it have been me?"
Just when things were finally going right. Why did this happen? Why did he have to die? My sorrows are so overpowering, I find it hard to breathe and it feels like all of the walls are coming in on me. As guilt overwhelms me, and I shake in both fear and distress.
"Why! Why must this happen? Why God?" I almost whisper to Him. My life already has so much grief. I do not need more. I only care about two people Gavroche, and Marius. I guess I could say I only cared about two people. I wish I could turn off my emotions, not have to feel. Why feel? Why care anymore? Joly still continues to try and bring Marius back, but it would take a miracle. All that remains of Marius is his limp body. And the time seems to drag out with each moment that empty body remains silent. His angelic corpse lies before me. And the reality of it all aches so badly its unbearable. I feel like I'm the one who had a dagger in my side. The sound of his breaths cutting off replays in my head. It's torture, and I feel as if I keep reliving the moment he slipped from my grasp. My dreams were cut off, and the book was closed leaving me as the only loose end.
What a life we might have known.
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