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"Fantine." My voice quivered. "What has become of you?" I knew I recognized her. . . But that one look made me sure. She was wearing the same expression she wore a lot, when we were together.
Could this really be her? Sweet, far too innocent, boring Fantine--a prostitute?!
And just like that, innocent sweet Fantine came back. "Felix, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have sprung it on you like that--"
"No, Fantine, I'm sorry." A thought entered my mind. "Where is the child?"
Fantine's sweet side grew stronger, as tears leaked down her face. "Felix, I-I-I left her t-too an innkeeper and h-his wife. They're taking c-care of her." Fantine broke down. "And she's sick, and I can't afford to p-pay." Fantine blubbered.
"Fantine, I. . ." A man entered the alley.
"You," his stern voice barked. "How much?"
Still in tears, Fantine murmured, embarrassed, "5 francs, sir."
She looked back only once as the man took her out of our alley. I sat there for a while, thinking, and occasionally hearing moans. And maybe I was a bit jealous. ONLY A BIT.
I can't believe it. After all this time, Fantine again. And a prostitute? Impossible.
A soft voice rang out. Fantine's undoubtably.
"I dreamed a dream in time gone by. . . When hope was high and life worth living. . ." She kept singing to herself. Could this really be what I had done to sweet, innocent Fantine? Left her a prostitute, nearly dying? I consider myself a righteous man? What kind of righteous man would do such a thing, and to a sweet woman like Fantine?
It struck me. Ever since Fantine left my life, I began purchasing prostitutes. Could it be that little Fantine was my innocent side, and I was her wild side?
Fantine soon returned, bites across her neck, dress hanging off one shoulder. She looked bedraggled.
I'm sorry, Fantine. That's all I needed to say. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
"I'm swarray!" My words got all twisted. "Fantine, I'm sorry." Fantine looked me in the eyes, her stare still increasing my heart rate. "For all that I did. Making you pregnant. Leaving you. . . When you needed me the most."
I heard the faint whisper of the song she sang before.
"And still I dream he'll come to me. . . And we will live the years together. But there are dreams that cannot. . ." Fantine stopped singing her song, and said one simple word, looking me right in the eye. "Be."
"Fantine," it was my turn to stare. I didn't regret the words I was about to say. I knew I never would. "Will you marry me?"
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