A/N: This is it, guys…this is the end. I want to say another REALLY huge thanks to everyone who took the time to read and especially to review. Your feedback and encouragement really kept me going when I got stumped, and I never wanted to let you down. You've bolstered my confidence in this little baby of mine, and I'm so glad you enjoyed it, even through all the times I made you cry. :)

And now, here it is…the ending.

Epilogue

Many years later, as an old woman, Éponine Thénardier would lay on her deathbed, alone in the very same flat, and remember these things – laying eyes on him for the first time, and for the last…

As she felt her life slowly slipping away – her heartbeat slowing down, her limbs going cold – she realized that she wasn't afraid anymore. Rather, she smiled as she remembered the Marble Man she had loved, and the way she had been the only one to crack him.

She remembered his smile, his laugh, the hypnotized way he had watched her dance for the first time – in better days, when they were younger; when she was beautiful, he was handsome, and when love was easier, though life was harder. She remembered the countless nights they'd stolen away in the Café, the times they'd fight and work it out, and the way they made love like they'd never see each other again, like they were making up for all the lost time.

You'll see him again soon, Ép…it won't be long now…

Sure enough – as her vision slowly darkened, she could see him, and he was smiling. He looked exactly the same as the day he died – the red jacket, the white shirt, the tricolor pin on the jacket lapel, the black pants and boots – but now golden, with an ethereal glow like an angel.

"I knew you'd be coming soon, Ép," he said. His voice was different now – it was a little deeper than she remembered, and it almost echoed. "You know what they say; love conquers all. Including death."

She looked down at herself, and was shocked – she was her 18-year-old self again, young, thin and beautiful in her own way. She tried to speak, and noticed that her voice was almost doing the same thing as his. "Enjolras…Damien…" she corrected herself slowly. "Am…I…?"

"Dying?" he asked softly. "Yes. But don't worry; it's as quick and easy as falling asleep. It even was for me. The question is…" he looked over his shoulder, where a light was shining behind him, before looking back at her. "Are you ready?"

"To be with you again?" Éponine asked just as softly, looking into his eyes. "Damien, my darling, I never wanted to live without you. I've been waiting for this for 60 years."

He smiled, reaching out to her. "Come with me, Éponine."

A moment of pause, both of them staring into the other's eyes.

Then she took his hand.

A/N: Again, thank you all for reading. I'll be back soon, but in the meantime, check out my good friend Anne-Lilian's page, especially if you're a fan of Doctor Who! We're starting a Doctor Who/Les Mis crossover that'll be out as soon as we have a working plot line!

Thank you, and much love to you all,

-MaryEvH