:Cosette/Marius:
A/n: Before I start I want to apologize to everyone for how long its been taking to get these chapters up…and I'm really going to try to keep up a good momentum for these stories, but I can't promise anything. Also, I don't really like where this story is going, so any plot ideas would be gratefully accepted. Don't worry, I'm never going to give up on this fic, I just might tweak it a little.
Cosette sealed the envelope and put it down on the table. Inside was a long, heartfelt letter asking Eponine and Enjolras for their forgiveness, and some money for them to return to Paris. Why she had waited so long, she didn't know, but she knew that she wanted them back. Sadly, she wondered if they would ever forgive her.
Someone had once told her at the convent that friendships were like those delicate antique china dolls she used to admire. "Fragile, and easily broken. And once they're lost, they are irreplaceable." The more and more she thought about it; the faster it became true to her. Everything was lying in tiny shattered pieces around her feet, and she had made the mess, so it was her job to clean it up.
Once and a while you find some people who are really worth keeping for the rest of your life, and you have to take good care of them, otherwise they may slip off the shelf and crack into a million pieces.
Marius
Marius sat in his "room", staring idly out the window, wondering if he should send Eponine and Enjolras the letter he had written them. It was requesting their return, more of a plea, actually, and it also included a small amount of money for the trip back. He was more upset with himself than Cosette, but he didn't know why. He also didn't know why she insisted on waiting to send their friends a letter. She must have a good reason, otherwise she wouldn't do something so strange and unfeeling. He had chosen to drop it, and just send his own letter. That seemed like the most reasonable decision, and the one that would have the best outcome, most definitely. But he would wait a week, just in case Cosette had sent something without him knowing.
As Marius watched the sun begin to set behind the lace curtains, he sighed, an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He had never had the best intuition, but when he did feel something, it was usually right. Retiring that night, he was almost sure that something terrible was going to happen…but he couldn't put his finger on it.
TBC
a/n: OMG my favorite chapter of all times if coming up next…some of you will be surprised, some of you definitely wont…but whatever your case…R/R Im putting up the next chapter tonight also.