As the dark clouds summoned above her, the heavy rain poured down. It made every bit of dust change to thick mud and she trembled under the icy flow. Her hands shook as she brought them to her head. She placed them on her ears, trying to ban the screaming and death cries of the barricades. She shook her head, her dark hair sticking alongside her face. Her pale legs were pulled up against her slim body, as a snail retreated into its shell. She just sat there, in the rain. She swayed as if she was a baby in loving arms. And all that came out of her mouth besides her breath were tiny words without meaning.
"No. No, no, no, no, no."
She sat there for hours.
With morning, the sun came. She was still sitting there, only she had changed her position. Her ever so pale face had become even sicker and ill looking and her clothes had been torn once again during the night. The feelings she suffered were indescribable. She felt happy, tormented and grief all in once, although she was unsure if that was even possible. Happy. He was dead. She didn't have to worry anymore. She had her wish. He was dead. When he was dead, he wouldn't be with her. Torment. It was her fault. This was something she could overcome though, it would just be a matter of time. Dust to dust. Things would pass. They always did. Grief. Of course she mourned for him, though in a rather special way. Her way. Not sleeping was part of that.
The sun warmed her limbs. Her legs were stiffened as her cold trousers had nearly completely paralyzed them. She moaned as the sun shone in her face. Her hair was stuck to her face. There was a scratch on her cheek, but she was unsure how she got it. All of a sudden the sun disappeared and it became cold and dark again. Éponine moaned as she tried to crawl away. Not him. Not Montparnasse.
"How low you've become,"
He grinned as he kicked her back in place. She cried out in intense pain and growled.
"Leave me alone 'Parnasse! Seek someone else!"
He grinned like an insane man. But perhaps they all were.
"But look at you."
He kneeled beside her. She tried to get away from him but a massive wall blocked her way. He brushed her hair out of her face and then he aggressively lifted her from the mud pool by her trench coat and pressed her against the wall. He placed one hand on her lower belly. She dared him.
"Would you really do that? Now?"
She spoke slowly. It was as if she was dead. She didn't care either way. She did not feel alive. Not now.
"Come on 'Ponine, you ain't fun."
He grabbed her crotch.
With intense anger she spat his face and pushed him off her. She walked away but he grabbed her immediately and slapped her face, causing her to fall on the ground. Kicked her in her stomach and she winced in intense pain. He kicked her again, causing her to spill blood that mixed with the mud straight away. Then he lifted her by her hair and brought his face close to hers.
"You killed 'im. I heard. Nice job, Éponine."
He laughed sarcastically and threw her back in the mud. She dared not to move. She had frozen completely. He disappeared and it was only then that she dared to breathe again. She returned warm fluids to the earth as she did so and only once he was gone, she allowed herself to weep.