Not So Misérables (Les Miserables Fanfic)

Éponine: BOOM!

I was just apologizing to him for what had happened, and BOOM. His lips were against mine. His arm was around my waist.

I was frozen in place, my eyes open and unblinking.

Finally, my body started working. I pulled away, only to feel a little race as I wrenched our lips apart.

What was that? The little race of adrenaline? Could it be. . . I knocked the thought out of my head.

Enjolras realized what he had done, and immediately backed up.

"Éponine, I'm sorry, I didn't think I-I just, it was an accident. . ." His voice trailed off, but I was long gone. I needed some alone time.

I climbed up a ladder onto a roof and looked out over the city. I could see my parent's inn. I could see the ABC Café. I smiled a little bit, remembering how that very day, Marius had put his arm around my waist! I loved him so much, but he thought of me as only a friend. The arm around waist thing was surely an accident. Yet, a little voice in my head kept whispering 'he likes you! He likes you! Yay!' 'Shut up!' I told the voice. 'I'm not getting my hopes all up like last time!' Let's just say I'm not that lucky in love. Every time I start believing he returns my love, I get let down.

That little voice got louder. 'Éponine! Be happy! He looooves you! He put his arm around you!' It squealed. I ignored the little voice. That's what it said the last time. And the time before that. And the time before that. So I'm sick of that little voice getting my hopes up.

Then I heard a sound. Someone was climbing the ladder. Their heavy footsteps banged on the bars. I spun around too quickly, half-slipping off the roof. My legs dangled off, but my arms still hung firmly. I climbed back up to face Marius.

"Give Enjolras a chance!" He started. I grumbled. "You two can still be friends!" I groaned.

"Marius." I firmly looked him in the eye. His soft gaze made my insides crumble.

"Éponine." Oh I loved the way he said my name. Éh-POH-neene. "For me? Enjolras is my best friend."

I couldn't resist him. "Fine. But you better not tell him--" I was cut off by Enjolras emerging from the ladder as well.

"--I'm up here. . ." I sat awkwardly staring at a spot near Marius's head.

"Well!" Marius broke the silence. "We'd better be going." Without hesitation, we all clambered off the roof.

I headed into an empty alley, prompting no response but a slight glance from Marius.

I ran off through the alleys, all alone. I love to pretend he's with me. Marius. Whenever I close my eyes, he has his arms around me, his warm eyes smiling at me.

Today I imagined us on a romantic walk through the streets. It's be raining a little, and we'd stand on the bridge, looking down at the river. The lights would glow on the mist above the river! Oh, and maybe the pavement would shine silvery as we held hands and walked through.

We'd look up, and see the starlight filtering through the trees. I'd tell him about how I loved him, and he'd tell me he loved me.

Marius and I would walk 'til morning, not saying anything with words, instead with eyes and little squeezes of hands. Just him and me, forever and forever.

And yet, I know, it's just my imagination. I'm not really talking to him, I'm talking to myself. How can he be so blind to my love? The little voice cries out again 'there's a way for you to be together'.

I love him. But without my imagination, he's gone. The river's not shining, the trees are bare of light. The streets are lonely. It hit me like a rock. That, all my life has been fake. It's just me pretending. Pretending my parents love me. Pretending they love anyone. Pretending anyone even cares about me. My whole life. Enjolras's kiss? Fake. Marius's love? Fake. My parents? Fake.

I guess I should get used to it. Imagination is the only way I really get true happiness these days. Imagination is fake. I'll always be the hopelessly devoted girl who never gets loved back. Or even loved. Not even my siblings really care.

That's me. Éponine Thénardier. Just me and my imagination. Just me and my fake life. The girl who's on her own.

"On my own, pretending he's beside me. All alone, I walk with him 'til morning. Without him, I feel his arms around me, and when I lose my way, I close my eyes and he has found me." Before I could continue singing, Cosette's hand touched my shoulder.

"Éponine?" Her big eyes were filled with concern. The next words to come out of her mouth shocked me.

"He loves you."

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