Happiness Does Not Belong To Me

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She deeply felt awful, her bag was weighing down her bones as she dragged her feet through the dusty pavements. The rain had numbed her lips and her hands shook with sorrow. The night was silent; the city was in a suspended state of existence from the thunderous storm. She wished to be held, in a way that she could not hear the evil demons of the world malignantly reproaching her. Alas, it could not zealously be. For she was Eponine Thenardier, happiness did not belong to her. A heavy body shoved against her accidently, as she was emotionally drained; Eponine violently plunged against the wall without a fight. Her shoulder cracked as she impacted the stony wall. A hand urgently reached out to steady her. “Forgive me, kind Madame! I did not mean to hurt you.” A stranger’s voice hushedly whispered in her dark view, as she straightened herself with as much dignity she could muster; she finally opened her eyes to see who her acquaintance was. The streetlight above glowed brighter as the sky tinted darker, Eponine swore under her breath. It was Cosette’s father, Could nothing be done well? She had desired to run away from people she knew, not into them! “Madame…I know you.” He leant in closer whilst maintain an acceptable distance. “Yes, you do.” She sighed, accepting defeat. Why bother? It was better for her to meet Monsieur Valjean, rather than someone else. “I am Cosette’s friend.” Had she not wanted to make a quick escape, she might have raised an eyebrow at how easily she had called Cosette a “friend”, times truly had changed. “I am visiting my family.” Biting the inside of her cheek, she hoped that the lie would suffice. Over her dead body, she would see her family again. It was because of those corrupted souls that she was here... ... middle of paper ... ...here was a blazing ferocity awaking within him. In desperation, he placed his hand son her shoulders as his remorseful eyes bore into hers. To say that she was somewhat dazed by his self-assurance would be an understatement. “Enjolras, don’t.” The conviction in her voice only sparked that ferocity more. Were they journeying towards another conflict already? “I am at fault as much as you. I kept you in the dark for so long when you deserved to know. Should you have insulted that way? No, but I’m not the innocent woman you see me as.” She placed a finger on top of his icy lips to prevent him from interrupting. From an outsider view, the two looked fairly intimate. “I am not innocent. To some people, I am considered evil; rightly too! Nevertheless…” She inhaled shakily, here she goes. “I am ready to tell you everything, Enjolras. I want to hold nothing away from you.”

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