Empty Chairs and Empty Tables
When evening fell on the streets of Paris, Marius took a slow pace to the ABC café. The café however, only gave memories of how he had not fallen like his friends at the lonely barricade. "Empty chairs and empty tables" he said to himself and took his usual chair in the café. Marius remembered the cheery voices of his friends, who talked of freedom, who talked of revolution. And yet here he laid, Marius still alive, while his friends had been butchered mercilessly. How he even survived the barricade was still a mystery to him, but whosever saved him from his death was merciless, for Marius thought that the future was dim.
"If only" he said to himself, that he had fallen in battle and died a glorious death rather than living. Then he let himself a small smile, he was starting to sound like Enjorales. Enjorales.Marius had seen the body of him lying on a wagon in the street. His throat had a bayonet stuck in it, and his eyes were in a misty state. Yet in a way, his friends had gotten there much longed freedom, by going to heaven, and leaving this hell pit. Perhaps he, Marius would do the same. But lo, then the flash of Cossete hit his mind. He then smiled widely, and thought to himself "maybe I do have a purpose for living, and perhaps it was fate" He then went to gather his coat and then to rush to Valjean's home.
As he began walking, he remembered the first words that he had said to his friends at the ABC café. "A ghost you say, a ghost maybe. She was just like a ghost to me. One minute there then she was gone!" However, Enjorales did not approve of this, for he did not the gender called women. To him, everyone was a valid soldier for the revolution. Marius then sighed to himself, for it was at that moment that he realized that Cossete has left with Valjean, and to where he did not know. He then sobered back to the café, hoping that Cossete would care for him if he had died in the battle, and remember him.
When evening fell on the streets of Paris, Marius took a slow pace to the ABC café. The café however, only gave memories of how he had not fallen like his friends at the lonely barricade. "Empty chairs and empty tables" he said to himself and took his usual chair in the café. Marius remembered the cheery voices of his friends, who talked of freedom, who talked of revolution. And yet here he laid, Marius still alive, while his friends had been butchered mercilessly. How he even survived the barricade was still a mystery to him, but whosever saved him from his death was merciless, for Marius thought that the future was dim.
"If only" he said to himself, that he had fallen in battle and died a glorious death rather than living. Then he let himself a small smile, he was starting to sound like Enjorales. Enjorales.Marius had seen the body of him lying on a wagon in the street. His throat had a bayonet stuck in it, and his eyes were in a misty state. Yet in a way, his friends had gotten there much longed freedom, by going to heaven, and leaving this hell pit. Perhaps he, Marius would do the same. But lo, then the flash of Cossete hit his mind. He then smiled widely, and thought to himself "maybe I do have a purpose for living, and perhaps it was fate" He then went to gather his coat and then to rush to Valjean's home.
As he began walking, he remembered the first words that he had said to his friends at the ABC café. "A ghost you say, a ghost maybe. She was just like a ghost to me. One minute there then she was gone!" However, Enjorales did not approve of this, for he did not the gender called women. To him, everyone was a valid soldier for the revolution. Marius then sighed to himself, for it was at that moment that he realized that Cossete has left with Valjean, and to where he did not know. He then sobered back to the café, hoping that Cossete would care for him if he had died in the battle, and remember him.