Ballet Shoes, Angel's Hair and Revolution (A Les Misérables fanfiction)

Chapter 58.

A.N: welcome my loves!
Tonight's chapter is brought to you by my last evening in Poland before I fly back to Scotland for my second year of uni! I can't wait.
I also have an idea that I thought I would run by you. There have been times and times when some of you wrote in comments ideas for how different the story would be if different things were to happen. So I began thinking and wondering that since this story is slowly approaching it end, I could not bare saying goodbye to it for ever. So I was thinking about writing a short-stories collection spin off of this story, with little things that did not make it to this book or that could have happened if everything was different? I mean different AUs or pairings or crazy stuff that happened for example in the years before the plot of this novel happened (the ball with the seduction, the first time she met the boys etc) . Just let me know if you would be interested in reading something like that!
Also I hope you enjoy this one! And let me know what  you think! Hope it's not too cheesy
Enjoy the last days of summer
Love you all
-Wiki xxx
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Chapter 58.

There was something beautiful about the rain that was hitting the windows of the palace. It seemed almost to be made of diamonds, shining in different shades and colors, little bit of pink, a drop of yellow, a shadow of burgundy, a dash of gold and royal purple. Yes, the sun was already setting on the tenth of June 1832. Lighting up the heavy clouds and the droplets of rain. I was focusing on the texture of the tiny grains of water, trying to calm down. There was something peaceful in the chiming of the wind and the march of driblets against the glass.

Dribble, drip-drip, dripping, drop, drop, pitter-patter, Tap, Tap, tap.

I listened to the music of the rain, taking in deep breaths trying to be hopeful. How could I be hopeful though?  Yet another day was ending, another day with no answers. What will be my punishment for the involvement in the revolution? Will I just be allowed to come back home or will they banish me or kill me? Will my friends be spared? Will I ever see my husband again?

My husband... my sweet, sweet Courfeyrac.

I had to have hope, hope was everything I had left. Without hope... there was nothing. Without hope, I might as well forget his sweet cheeky smile, and the light that shone in his eyes...
Without hope...

My hands were shaking when I took them away from the cold window. Now, they turned almost white from the freezing glass. There was no point in looking outside and hoping that in the rain I would see answers. No matter how beautiful, the rain forever will be just plain rain. Nothing magical, or spiritual or warm. This rain, won't turn back the hands of time, it won't bring back the dead, this rain won't find my husband...

"It was raining on our wedding night," I heard myself speaking before I realised what exactly was I saying. I almost forgot that my father was still listening, but I heard him move around on the bed, where he was sitting. He must have been feeling really uncomfortable after having to listen to my confessions and sit stiffly for hours. I could not care less. There was this almost sinnister part of me which wanted him to suffer a bit, after all it was just uncomfortable sitting position... a little punishment for having the blood of the people i loved on his hands. I shook the evil thoughts, scolding myself for being so hateful. I could not be like him. This was what the revolution was about. We were supposed to be better than this. What would Enjolras think if I behaved so wrongly? I heard a thunder and I jumped up a little, continuing my story, "The storm that night..." I sighed, "I can remember the exact tone of it, how scared we were that it would ruin the gunpowder, how afraid of catching a cold I was when we were running to the church-"

"So you married the son of vicomte de Throuars?" Father interrupted, asking once more the most obvious question. I think he still could not believe that I was married to the heir of the Throuars fortune. Well, surprise, surprise. I myself thought it might have been a dream or some kind of a delirious illusion caused by the outbreak of the revolution. I could think if all, were it not for the ring that rested softly on my finger.
I smiled to my sad reflection, "would I be wearing a wedding ring if I haven't married him?" I rose my brow, seeming a little bit amused at my father's obvious question.