Such pain! But it was over now; they'd meet again soon, and he'd see that she really wasn't any different from his precious Cosette...
How she hated them; both of them!
Her for stealing him.
Him for not realizing- for not seeing. Oh, she hated both of them.
"And then, do you know, Monsieur Marius, I believe I was a little in love with you."
He leaned down to fulfill his promise; to kiss her icy forehead.
In an instant, however, her muscles convulsed- the last motion in an unduly and torturously long life.
Her forehead crashed into his nose, and he felt a splinter of bone enter his brain.
He slumped forward, dead before his lips touched hers, locked forever in an eternal embrace.