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.