Eponine obviously enjoyed her time before the rest of the revolutionaries joined her, but with them in her life forever, she was so thankful. She never wished for any of this to happen to any single one of the boys, much less all of them. Of course, she never pictured herself dying the way that she had. She pictured herself starving to death or a much more gruesome murder if it had indeed gone that way.

Eponine, of course, was still somewhat in denial of being granted happiness for eternity. All she
had known was pain and despair. Though the first few years of her life had been happy, her family had been living a lie and her parents quickly had gotten bored with treating her like a china doll. Instead, they began to mistreat her not only with words, but physically as well. When that got boring, they decided to let her fend for herself, but still used her to scheme people out of their money. So, it was strange to imagine that a girl who was nothing but a mistreated daughter of scum, would turn out to be happy for once.

Of all the students, Eponine felt like she could trust Enjolras the most. He had always been well
spoken and angelic on Earth, and in Heaven, was almost the same. Perhaps he was an angel graced upon the face of the Earth to help sculpt the minds of the mere mortals, but that is a mystery known only between the Lord and his angel.

Everyone had known of Eponine's life as a street urchin, but did not know too much into it. Of
course God knew, and Marius had one day pieced together the puzzle. However, now she did not have a single bruise to show for the life she had known on Earth, her clothing fit properly, she never got filthy no matter how much she walked in the dirt, and she never got hungry. As relieving as it was, it also frightened her for some odd reason.

One day, Eponine was walking in a shallow creek, the water not going past her ankles. Her dress
was thankfully at her knees instead of being all the way down to her toes, despite how improper this way of dress was in any ordinary situation. She smiled, engulfed in the beauty around her. Butterflies were fluttering around her and she could hear birds chirping from the nearby trees. For once, she did not mind so much being on her own, when she soon realized she wasn't. When she heard subtle splashing from behind her, she knew only one person would attempt to sneak up on her so poorly.

Before turning around, she said, "You know, if you want to sneak up on me Grantaire, you are
going to have to be a little quieter."

The man she thought to be Grantaire laughed, but she quickly realized this was not the laugh of a
light-hearted skeptic. "Was it really that bad that you could mistake me for Grantaire?"

Eponine spun around, "Monsieur Enjolras. I apologize. For what are you wasting your time following me?"

"I was not following you, more of trying to catch up to you."

"And what were you trying to catch up to me for?" She was puzzled, still aimlessly plucking flowers from a nearby tree branch.

"I do not quite know. Perhaps, I wanted to converse with someone else for a change."

"No offense, Monsieur. Even though I have made it this far, I do not believe you should be
wasting your time speaking with me."

Instead of listening to the girl, Enjolras moved forward, persistent. That was always one of the
many powers to him. While the women fawned over his beauty, the students respected him because of his never ending lack of courage and his persistence.

"I can assure you, that if I felt like I was wasting my time, I would not be here."

Eponine did not know what to say to argue in her defense so she sighed and let him speak with her. "Go ahead then."

"What is that?"

"If you wish to converse with me, you may. Now pick a subject for conversation."

Enjolras had no idea what he wanted to speak with Eponine about, only that he had a burning desire to simply speak with her, no matter the subject. He had known what had brought this on. A
feeling perhaps? He liked the way she smiled and blushed at him whenever they eyed each other. The two did not speak much, they never really had, but yet they seemed to know exactly what was going on.

"You are still the same girl you were, no matter how proper you appear to be. You are equally
brave as you were when you died a martyr."

"Then why is it that I have just now caught your eye?" Eponine barely made the words out over a
whisper, but she stood strong and Enjolras heard her perfectly.

"How-"

"You know too."

The two sat there silent for a moment before Eponine went on. "I do not wish to ambush you with
the obvious, but I am outspoken. This you should know by now. I am not like the other girls. I will not wait for your undivided attention or complain to you about what I want. Simply, I will be happy with what I receive in return. That is the way I have always lived, and yes it is still with me."

"Mademoiselle, I am not asking you to be like the other girls. You have to know by now that I
never cared about any of the other women back on Earth."

"I suppose I knew."

"Then I suppose we are a perfect fit."

As much as Eponine wanted to protest, she longed to be in his strong arms and Enjolras wanted
nothing more than to hold her there. So, much to his surprise, Eponine ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him.

"I suppose you're right."