Chapter 9.

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Paris, 1832


"What?" Her voice cracks slightly, "No, Enjolras. Please, I want to fight, let me fight."

"No, I don't want you getting hurt, you will not fight. I won't allow it." His tone becomes stern.

Christine turns her back to him, this gains the attention of the room.

Christine:
Here comes a wave
Meant to wash me away
A tide that is taking me under
Swallowing sand
Left with nothing to say
My voice drowned out in the thunder

But I won't cry
And I won't start to crumble
Whenever you try
To shut me or cut me down

I won't be silenced
You can't keep me quiet
Won't tremble when you try it
All I know is I won't go speechless

Cause I'll breath
When you try to suffocate me
Don't underestimate me
All I know is I won't go speechless

She turns back to Enjolras, anger evident in her face.

Written in stone
Every rule, every word
Centuries old and unbending
"Stay in your place"
"Better seen and not heard"
Well, now that story is ending

Cause I
I cannot start to crumble
So come on and try
To shut me or cut me down

She turns abruptly and runs down the stairs, and through the streets all the way home.

I won't be silenced
You can't keep me quiet
Won't tremble when you try it
All I know is I won't go speechless, speechless

Let the storm in
I cannot be broken
No, I won't live unspoken
Cause I know that I won't go speechless

When she arrived home, she slammed the door behind her, stormed straight past her father and rummaged in his closet for some clothes and a hat.

She grabbed bandages from her bathroom and shoved it all under her bed, ready to use when the day arrived.

Try to lock me in this cage
I won't just lay me down and die
I will take these broken wings
And watch me burn across the sky
Hear the echoes saying:

I won't be silenced
Though you wanna see me tremble when you try it
All I know is I won't go speechless, speechless

Cause I'll breath
When you try to suffocate me
Don't you underestimate me
Cause I know that I won't go speechless

All I know is I won't go speechless, speechless

The young woman curls up on her bed and softly cries, letting her tears from her eyes.

Her father knocked on the door, opened it and sat next to her as he stroked her hair, just like Éponine did before.

He didn't ask questions, he just soothed her to sleep and headed to bed himself.

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