Eponine sat on the wall thinking deeply. She was in a flower-filled garden. It was place of forgotten beauty, a place of misfortune. It was a cemetery, filled with the fragrance of respectfully placed flowers. It was a place of her own.

Oh, Marius, she thought, what can I do? My heart yearns for you! And yet I cannot have you. Your heart belongs to another.another.oh, how can I make you mine? For I am already yours.

And now.oh, but I do mourn for you! How awful it is, to be ripped from your love! I feel as you do. You are my love, and you are right in front of me! Yet I cannot have you! Please, my love, do not wallow in the memories of Her. Forget Her! Open your heart, my love! Give it to me!

Eponine sat on the wall a long time. She could never let go of Marius. She was convinced that she had a chance, now that he was forbidden to see Cosette. She was determined to win his heart.

"You shall be mine. You shall." She whispered to a dream.

~~~