A/N: Oooh, lookie! My first update in, what, 5 months? ::sheepish grin:: I've been plagued with Les Mis musings for ages recently, and I've outlined pretty much everyone's up 'til now.
So here goes...just for C. :P It's kind of long, and somewhat muddled...my apologies.
:: Tomorrow Is The Judgement Day ::
:: Joly ::
I'll never forget the day my mother died. She'd been by my side since the day I was born, taking care of me when I was hurt, encouraging me in all I did, always loving me. And she died before my eyes, her body rotting from the illness that had ravaged her for years before finally taking her away.
From that day on, I swore I wouldn't let that happen to me or anyone I loved. I overreacted to every sign of illness, treating it before it could blossom into something as horrible as that which had killed my mother.
How ironic. How ironic that, if I die tomorrow, it won't be from pneumonia or measles or cholera. How ironic that I have tried so hard to save my friends, and yet tomorrow we walk into death, the ultimate sickness for which there is no cure.
Does that mean that I've failed?