Eponine plunked down another key on the piano. Nothing. She had absolutely nothing. How she wanted to slam her fists down on the ruddy black and white notes and storm off, but she knew she couldn't. So, she plunked out another key, silently screaming with frustration.
She remembered high school. She remembered the fat jokes, she remembered the self-hatred, she remembered thinking she had won. But now, she was back at square one once again, feeling lower than she ever had. She had prayed that she would have grown, not physically, but mentally. She had wished for years that somehow something, anything, would change, but nothing had changed. Nothing at all.
It had been a December night when Enjolras and Eponine had first met. He was enchanting and Eponine found it hard not to fall in love with him. But the price of love was loss and Eponine now knew that.
The door swung open and Eponine heard the familiar sound of Enjolras' boots hitting the linoleum landing. He walked into where her keyboard was set up, his hair messy from the wind and his cheeks bright pink from the blustery chill.
"Glad you found your way back alright," Eponine said, trying to remain casual, "Worried you were gonna get yourself lost,"
"Nope," He muttered, popping the 'p', "But, I think I'm just gonna hit the hay soon. I'm feeling pretty tired," He took off his jacket, throwing it on the hook and shuffling into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
"Well, I guess the couch is mine tonight," Eponine muttered to nobody in particular and she immediately felt selfish. He didn't remember her and now, she complained about having to sleep somewhere she wasn't used to. What was happening to her?
All Eponine wanted was to have his arms wrapped around her waist and have his blonde curls brush against her brown waves. All she wanted was the old, dysfunctional relationship and the drunken laughter booming through the studio apartment. To hear him crack awful jokes that would make her laugh at the cheesiness. To have his smile and his touch on her skin
But now, he slept and Eponine knew. She knew that she wasn't his anymore. But Eponine wasn't used to getting what she needed anyway.