The Last Song by Lynn
Chapter Two of Four: Pain Goes On and On
This chapter will be the only one of this fic that is in Marius', not Eponine's, point of view. If you recall, Eponine is unconscious at this point and her point of view would make for a very dull fanfiction.
Note: All of this is STILL not mine, for all of you half-wits who might have forgotten.
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Marius remembered exactly how the single tear had fallen from her eye, moments before her head had tilted back and her beautiful eyes had clouded over. He remembered how his own tears then clouded his vision, and the way he hid his face from Enjolras, who always wanted him, no, EXPECTED him to be strong and proud. He remembered the talk he had with Enjolras after.
"Sorry. I. . . I miss her so much. . . I. . .always thought she'd be here for me." He had hung his head then.
Enjolras had just smiled. "Hey, hey, It's alright, I understand. You know, we don't have to be strong all the time."
"I should have been. she deserved it." Marius had sobbed in response.
"You were plenty strong for her. . . she needed it. You showed her your love, and that's all she asked for."
Enjolras turned to go. Marius suddenly stopped crying, caught by surprise at his words. Watching the leader walk away, Marius reflected.
To himself, Marius' mind raced: "Love? Did I LOVE her? Does he mean that? Why would he say it? Was it that obvious to him? Why wasn't it that obvious to me? I always thought she was just a friend, a tease and a tomboy who clung to me for friendship. Oh, I was such a fool! Fool to think that she never felt more. . . fool not to recognize. . ."
He remembered. She came back to the barricade. . . for him. She ran errands for him, despite her love for him. She gave the ultimate sacrifice for him, all acts of love.
Marius chided himself again and again. Then one question arose in his mind, the one that would leave him tossing and turning all night, racked with an inner pain:
"Do I love her too?"
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Did he? He thought, maybe. She was so easy to love, but he had never.. never realized it if he had. She always wanted to please him, and in her sweet kindness, he had taken for granted her love, unrealized by him.
No.
It just wasn't true. He hated himself, but he just had no other feelings for her. He liked her, sure, but not love.
Marius fell to his knees, saying a prayer to her:
"I'm sorry I never noticed how much you loved me, and I am most sorry for not loving you back. Thank you, for being everything you were to me. Please forgive me, and may your soul somehow be comforted by these words. . ."
It didn't seem like enough, but he could not think of anything else to say, even though there was so much to say. He looked up to heaven with tears once more in his eyes, and whispered,
"I miss you, so much."
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Good? Bad? Like it? Hate it? TELL ME!!! More coming soon, hopefully. Yours, Lynn
Chapter Two of Four: Pain Goes On and On
This chapter will be the only one of this fic that is in Marius', not Eponine's, point of view. If you recall, Eponine is unconscious at this point and her point of view would make for a very dull fanfiction.
Note: All of this is STILL not mine, for all of you half-wits who might have forgotten.
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Marius remembered exactly how the single tear had fallen from her eye, moments before her head had tilted back and her beautiful eyes had clouded over. He remembered how his own tears then clouded his vision, and the way he hid his face from Enjolras, who always wanted him, no, EXPECTED him to be strong and proud. He remembered the talk he had with Enjolras after.
"Sorry. I. . . I miss her so much. . . I. . .always thought she'd be here for me." He had hung his head then.
Enjolras had just smiled. "Hey, hey, It's alright, I understand. You know, we don't have to be strong all the time."
"I should have been. she deserved it." Marius had sobbed in response.
"You were plenty strong for her. . . she needed it. You showed her your love, and that's all she asked for."
Enjolras turned to go. Marius suddenly stopped crying, caught by surprise at his words. Watching the leader walk away, Marius reflected.
To himself, Marius' mind raced: "Love? Did I LOVE her? Does he mean that? Why would he say it? Was it that obvious to him? Why wasn't it that obvious to me? I always thought she was just a friend, a tease and a tomboy who clung to me for friendship. Oh, I was such a fool! Fool to think that she never felt more. . . fool not to recognize. . ."
He remembered. She came back to the barricade. . . for him. She ran errands for him, despite her love for him. She gave the ultimate sacrifice for him, all acts of love.
Marius chided himself again and again. Then one question arose in his mind, the one that would leave him tossing and turning all night, racked with an inner pain:
"Do I love her too?"
* * *
Did he? He thought, maybe. She was so easy to love, but he had never.. never realized it if he had. She always wanted to please him, and in her sweet kindness, he had taken for granted her love, unrealized by him.
No.
It just wasn't true. He hated himself, but he just had no other feelings for her. He liked her, sure, but not love.
Marius fell to his knees, saying a prayer to her:
"I'm sorry I never noticed how much you loved me, and I am most sorry for not loving you back. Thank you, for being everything you were to me. Please forgive me, and may your soul somehow be comforted by these words. . ."
It didn't seem like enough, but he could not think of anything else to say, even though there was so much to say. He looked up to heaven with tears once more in his eyes, and whispered,
"I miss you, so much."
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Good? Bad? Like it? Hate it? TELL ME!!! More coming soon, hopefully. Yours, Lynn