Disclaimer: I do not own anything recognizable that you see in the story because I'm not 1) Dead, 2) Male, and 3) French.

Reviews appreciated. This is my first Les Mis fic, so no flames… please (T.L. finishes meekly.)

Enjoy as much as you can see it is a death fic, and most importantly, Eponine's death.

It's true. What they say about your life flashing before you as you die. If you were to live a long and fulfilled life, I guess it wouldn't be so bad, but for Les Miserables like me, it's not in the least bit pleasant.

As I lay dying in the Barricade for him, I saw a time in which I was young, pretty, and unwise in the ways of the very poor. Immediately, an image of myself in a mirror nine years later followed, my auburn hair lifeless, my eyes dull and face too thin. And then I heard myself turn and speak to my father as I left the room. Such a terrible voice! So cracked and hollow. I sounded like an old man. No wonder he preferred Cosette.

Cosette. I remembered Cosette. I had always been very prideful of the fact that I was "Rich," well clothed, and prettier than her. But now… It was I who lived among the oppressed and impoverished, who was poor and dressed in the rags and she who was rich and who was dressed as only a lady should be. It was also she and not me who he loved and cared for. Hewould never love me and I knew that, but only as I felt the blood on my chest and hands, ever so sticky, did I accept it.

I had come to the barricade to be with himIt had been I who had been I who had led him there, to the place of no escape to where both he and I would die. I had thought that it was a wonderful plan. Why not die with him when I could die all alone on the streets of Paris? But when I had seen the musket aimed at him, instead of letting my love die, I placed my hand over the musket and this is where it had led me- to a quiet street in the barricade, to die alone and without him. He would never know where to find me. He hadn't even known that I had been there. Whatever I had said or thought before and even after, I knew there that I didn't want him to die, but now he would and all because of me and my foolish ideas.

Good Lord. We were all going to die and I was already well on my way to doing so. Not too long now. Nothing could save me. The bullet had passed straight through my hand and had entered and exited my back.

As I thought about this and relived the last few hours in my mind it only really and truly struck me. I'm going to die, I thought. I'm going to die.

Footsteps echoed in the quiet street. I raised my head only a fraction. Oh Lord, everything hurt so badly. My vision went in and out of focus for a second before I saw him.

Marius…