A/N: This was particularly heart-wrenching to write. The lyrics are the English translation of the French Les Mis song 'A Mon Histoire', which is what I named the fan fiction after. Anyway, reviews would be nice.

Chapter 21: Éponine's Story

As the rain fell down, she thought of the way she used to cheer Azelma up when they were little, talking about stuff, adding light into the dark. None of those superficial everything-will-be-alright lies. Just saying, although something is bad, add something good into it and then look at it like it's not as bad as you first thought.

As she wandered, she lost herself in thought. My story, is a dream that begins in the pages, of a tale from my childhood. Before they came to Paris, Eponine had many storybooks and belongings. She used to love reading, she'd had a few favourite fairytales. With my eyes closed, my prince holds me at last. when she closed her eyes, she saw Marius' face. Every tiny detail, every freckle. She imagined them having a life together: a life full of love. And I pray that his embrace will never let go.

As she neared the park where they used to meet, it was insignificant that this was where he'd first seen Cosette. Instead she remembered how they'd talked so long, the roses he gave her, how kind he had been. With him, I'm no longer the same. She was no longer the streetrat who robbed and had to harden her heart against most things. Who'd suffered many winters and many beatings. I love the rain, and when we walk together. how they'd walked and talked and he'd glared in return of any questioning glances. When they'd sat by the riverbank she now stood at now.

Our two shadows, like two giants in love, lengthen at our feet and are mirrored in the Seine. If only they could stand so close, like the lovers she often saw on the streets, and hold eachother whilst he leant down to kiss her. Him and her forever and forever...

I know well that I've made it all up. She stifled a sob. I know well that he's never by my side. She closed her eyes to supress tears falling-they slipped out from beyond her closed lids anyway. Yet still, I keep on believing. She couldn't give up. That I am writing my story with him... The story that they were with each other, where he loved her too.

Yes, I love him. She admitted to herself. But how short the nights are! Especially when her dreams never lasted. In the morning, he's gone back to his path. Through revolution and love, without her. The world becomes the same again. As in, she realised she was just a dirty street rat, not worthy of Marius. Not worthy of anything, she thought. It's lost its colours and the rainbow has lost its crown. The world might as well be painted in black of white. Marius was the only thing that mattered to Eponine.

Yes, I love him. She choked out a sob. But I'm alone in the world. Azelma had gone. Her friends didn't understand. Her most understanding friend from the theatre had been Daniel, but now he was part of the National Guard she couldn't approach him. Marius...all he spoke about was Cosette. As for her parents, she swore she'd never go crawling back. All my life I've waited on a shadow. The shadow that he did care a little bit. My story is an empty shell. Her fairytale didn't have a happy ending, because there was no fairytale existing to have an ending in the first place. A dream full of tenderness, that I have never had a part in. Love he had never returned.

Yes, I love him The tears were falling like the rain. Yes, I love him but he loved Cosette. Yes, I love him He had never been Eponine's. All alone, in my story. She was alone in an empty fairytale, as she walked away from the raging river.

Back to the barricade.