MERRY CHRISTMAS MY LOVELIES! Here are my gifts to all of y'all (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) cyber cookies! Sorry, this might be fairly short
Disclaimer: Alas, no, I do not own Les Miserables. I do, however, now own a copy of Les Miserables 25th Anniversary concert (which I am currently watching), a shorter copy of the original French book; Les Miserables, and the full, 1, 463 paged English copy of Les Miserables (Did you know that the first 58 pages are about Monsieur Bienvenue/Bienvenue Myriel/Monseigneur/Monsieur Myriel/The Bishop of Digne/Monsieur le curé (man, he has a lot of names!)).
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Eponine blinked. Did he just... did he just ask me to...to marry him!? Mon Dieu, I have been waiting for this day for so long! Eponine looked at Marius, a wide smile stretching across her pale face.
"Oui! Oui! Mille fois oui!" Eponine exclaimed happily. (Translation: Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!) Marius smiled widely and hugged her tightly to him. Eponine hugged him back. How many times had she dreamed about precisely this moment? Too many to count.
"My 'Ponine, I shall get you a ring." Marius whispered. "Then all of Paris will know of our engagement." Eponine smiled.
"Well, I simply must live now." she said.
"Yes, you must." Marius agreed. She hugged him again before being overcome with a series of violent coughs. She tried to take deep breaths, but found that she couldn't breathe. She tried to inhale, but she couldn't take in any oxygen. Marius noticed that something was wrong. "Eponine?" she couldn't make any verbal response. "Eponine?" Marius asked again. Eponine merely clutched at her throat; she was starting to turn blue.
Using some of the techniques that Joly had once taught him, Marius tried to get Eponine breathing again. Eponine passed out. Marius started to panic. He kept trying to get her to breathe. Eventually, it worked. Eponine was breathing once more.
Marius had tears in his eyes. Will ma chère (my dear) Eponine live? Marius wondered. It was something he had been wondering about quite often lately. He hated that it was something he had to constantly worry about. Please, dear lord, stop torturing her. Let her live, let her be well! He held Eponine close to him. Why did this have to happen to her? Right when Marius had finally realized his feelings for her?
"My 'Ponine." he murmured softly.
Mme. Pourlesgens came into the room.
"How is she?" Mme. Pourlesgens asked.
"Alive." was Marius' reply.
"And how are you, Marius dear?" the caring old lady asked worriedly.
"I don't know," Marius admitted, tears falling from his eyes. Mme. Pourlesgens went over to him and hugged him in an attempt to comfort him. Marius hugged her back, now sobbing.
When Mme. Mariette Pourlesgens was a lot younger, only 16, she had fallen in love with a 17 year old lad named Henri.
She loved him dearly, just as he loved her. The two soon wed and years and years later, Mariette had a son.
It was only a couple years after their son was born that Henri was sent off to fight in a war. That was how Henri died. Mariette was heartbroken. Her beloved husband and father of her child was dead. Since his death, she raised her son to be against the Bonapartists.
Mariette was later hired to be the housekeeper for young Marius Pontmercy. It was her who took care of him. In a way, she was like the mother Marius never had. Marius knew Mariette's son. Marius knew him quite well. But then, all Friends of the ABC knew Enjolras Pourlesgens.
"So, Monsieur Danslenoir, do you have any siblings?" Cosette asked Lucien. Lucien nodded.
"I have une jeune soeur (younger sister) named Gabrielle." he said.
"How old?"
"She is 8 years old." Lucien replied. Cosette smiled. "She looks exactement (exactly) like my mother. She had red hair and bright green eyes. Do you have any siblings, Mademoiselle Rioux?" Cosette shook her head.
"Alas, I have no family." she said. "I never knew my mother or my real father." Lucien nodded.
"I never knew my father either." Lucien said. "He died when I was very young. Gabrielle is only my half sister." Cosette looked at him. She had a feeling that they would become great friends and, perhaps, more that that.
"Monsieur?"
"Oui, Mademoiselle?"
"Do you believe in love at first sight?"
"It depends on who you're looking at." he replied with a smile. And, with that, Lucien leaned in and kissed Cosette softly. Cosette smiled and kissed him back. She knew that she would never be alone again.
Marius cradled the dead body in his arms. He just couldn't believe it. He'd known her for forever and now... now she was gone. How had this happened? Why had God taken her from him? How could God have been so cruel?
He felt tears roll down his cheeks. He so hoped that it was all some horrible nightmare, that she was still alive. But he knew. Deep down, Marius knew that this was reality, that she was dead. Gone where she could never be reached. Marius hoped that she would be happy in her afterlife. He hoped that she would have a pain free afterlife, that she would be content.
It was so sudden. Marius thought. She was fine one minute and then... she just dropped. She just died. How can that be? How can somebody be fine one minute and then dead the next? She didn't deserve this! Why did she have to die?
Marius felt more tears fall.
Mariette Pourlesgens was dead.
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