A/N: In which Cosette is faced with the death of her adoptive father, and I attempt the classic 100-word drabble.
She was a young girl when she had visited the seaside.
One vivid image that remained was a cliff – green grass plummeting into hungry waves. She imagined falling, tumbling, trapped, time slowing, freezing.
She wasn't imagining now.
Her mother's death was a creeping slope, narrated by letters and whispers. Her father's death was the cliff instead – exhilaration hurtling towards despairing seas that longed to dash her soul upon nearby rocks.
She wasn't sure which was worse.
But she was anchored still by these two companions, whose love would not age as they did.
She wasn't going to let them down.
If anyone's still reading, I hope you've enjoyed these!
A continuation is in the works: another three tiny fics that follow Cosette post-canon. I'm not sure yet whether I'll post them as part of this story, or as another story - does anyone have a preference?
I can't promise I'll update frequently, because real life is busy and my muse is schizophrenic, but I'll do my best.