"My dear friend! How are you today?" Marius greeted Eponine as if nothing
was wrong with him, for he did not know of the grim news.
"Oh, Marius, it is all right. I know." She paused and thought hard as to what she would say. She began her words again.
"Here.read this." She awkwardly handed him the letter.
As he read it, his face began to turn pale.
"Where did you get this letter, Eponine?"
She usually loved it when he used her name, but his tone of voice was too cold and full of fear.
"The girl.Cosette.gave it to me." At this, Marius looked as if he was about to fall over. The letter fell from his hands and he dropped to his knees. Eponine felt a pang in her heart. She could not bear to see her dear one in such a state of misery-she had to get away.
"I must go...Marius?"
"Yes.yes." His mind was elsewhere. Eponine began to walk out the door. She heard him begin to weep. She turned around and saw him kneeling on the cold, damp floor with his hands in his face and the letter collecting his tears.
"I love you." Eponine whispered these words so softly that even she couldn't hear her true feelings.
~~~
Eponine looked back at the building in which Marius lived. It looked the same as always. His window was plain, as were all in the dreary building. There were a few missing bricks; they had fallen to the ground and were easily visible from the street. The door creaked as she walked out into the night, and she noticed the paint peeling upon the entryway. She stepped away from the building.
Rain began to fall, and Eponine stole another glance at Marius' window. It was not the same as always-it was now a window of anguish, of sorrow. She thought she saw some movement inside, but soon water dripped from the window in a way that looked as if the building itself were crying. Any image into the window was immediately hindered.
Eponine's face too collected water, and no one would have noticed the tears streaming from her apprehensive, red eyes as she hurried into the night.
"Oh, Marius, it is all right. I know." She paused and thought hard as to what she would say. She began her words again.
"Here.read this." She awkwardly handed him the letter.
As he read it, his face began to turn pale.
"Where did you get this letter, Eponine?"
She usually loved it when he used her name, but his tone of voice was too cold and full of fear.
"The girl.Cosette.gave it to me." At this, Marius looked as if he was about to fall over. The letter fell from his hands and he dropped to his knees. Eponine felt a pang in her heart. She could not bear to see her dear one in such a state of misery-she had to get away.
"I must go...Marius?"
"Yes.yes." His mind was elsewhere. Eponine began to walk out the door. She heard him begin to weep. She turned around and saw him kneeling on the cold, damp floor with his hands in his face and the letter collecting his tears.
"I love you." Eponine whispered these words so softly that even she couldn't hear her true feelings.
~~~
Eponine looked back at the building in which Marius lived. It looked the same as always. His window was plain, as were all in the dreary building. There were a few missing bricks; they had fallen to the ground and were easily visible from the street. The door creaked as she walked out into the night, and she noticed the paint peeling upon the entryway. She stepped away from the building.
Rain began to fall, and Eponine stole another glance at Marius' window. It was not the same as always-it was now a window of anguish, of sorrow. She thought she saw some movement inside, but soon water dripped from the window in a way that looked as if the building itself were crying. Any image into the window was immediately hindered.
Eponine's face too collected water, and no one would have noticed the tears streaming from her apprehensive, red eyes as she hurried into the night.