Cosette answered her flat door later that evening. Marius stood there, looking as if his breath was caught just behind his lips.
"Hi..." Cosette smiled weakly.
"Are you alright? Have you been crying? What was that phone call about? Is everything okay?" The questions tumbled out all at once.
"Who is Eponine Thenardier?" Cosette mumbled.
"What? Eponine Thenardier? She my friend. Why?" His voice held no guilt, couldn't he have little respect?, Cosette sighed.
"I saw you hugging her in the park today. And this girl... She told me all about you two." Cosette sighed.
"What girl? And what about us? We're just friends, Cosette! Why, are you jealous?" He began to smile.
"Please don't turn this around on me, Marius Pontmercy! And don't grin like a fool! Oh I'm the fool! I don't know who this girl was but it's irrelevant. I thought you were genuine Marius. I thought you loved me! I certainly loved you and you've let me down. I should have known..." She trailed off as tears began to fall in momentous streams and began to close the door. Marius put his hand out to stop her, "please Cosette."
"Please Marius." She said. He removed his hand and let her close the door. Once alone, she began to sob.
"There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung
No wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame
He slept an autumn by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my first term in his stride
But he was gone when winter came
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed"
That was a lullaby her mother had sung. The words had never made sense, but now, they seemed fitting.
