A/N: Actually updating again so soon! This is the third in what I intend to be a collection of five short stories.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hugo's Les Misérables unfortunately.
Eponine-meliara – That's exactly the reaction I was hoping for, no matter how twisted I sound. Thanks!
"Caroline" Sabine said, breathless from running back to the flat after a full night's work. A couple of the other women sharing the small one-room flat with the pair looked up as Caroline rushed over and Sabine spoke. "What's the news? Why are you here? Why aren't you at the barricades?"
Caroline smiled at Sabine sadly. Caroline had been delivering messages between barricades during the Insurrection for the previous two days. Her presence at what they had come to call home made Sabine uneasy. Sabine, on the other hand had been working for a rich bourgeois whose wife was on holiday, making enough money for both of them. Caroline shot a look at the other two women who both got up and left the flat without a word, knowing what was coming next.
"Sabine, he's dead." Caroline told Sabine, placing a hand on her shoulder in attempt to bring some form of comfort to the situation.
Sabine shook her head. "No," she whispered, her eyes clouded and her voice meek. "No."
"Sabine. You have to move on. Whatever you do you cannot bring René back."
Sabine shook her head. Courfeyrac had started out as any other customer. But night after night he would come back to her both treating and paying her well. She had loved him and his urbane charm more than anything else. He had taught her to love. She sank to her knees, sobbing.
"I'll leave you alone." Caroline said softly, walking out of the cluttered flat, leaving Sabine to herself.
After Caroline left, Sabine began searching frantically around the floor, not even aware of what she was looking for. After piles of strewn about rags being displaced she found something; a small rusted piece of metal. How it appeared there under the mess of everything she didn't know, nor did she care.
Silently, she prayed. "René, I'm coming." She whispered through her tears. She began wildly slashing her wrists with the shard of metal. At long last she fell back, a small smiled pursed on her lips.
A/N: I intend to have the fifth and final one up on Barricade day, expect a different tone to that one than the rest. Now, you see that little button down there? It says review! Do me a favor and obey the all-might button!