Jardin de fleurs || A Les Misérables Fanfic

Quarante-cinq

Trigger warning: following chapter will rip you heart apart 😭

Time jump: 1890
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Courfeyrac had gotten ill. My sweet husband was 83 now and I wasn't ready to lose him. I didn't want to let him go. I left him for 14 years and those years have broken my heart. Matthieu and Juliet have taken care of him and me, although I was still perfectly fine.

"A, have some soup. It's your favorite.", I said, handing him the bowl of soup. His hand went to my cheek. "Oh mòn chérie, I am so thankful for everything you've done for me.", Courfeyrac said. "I would do everything for you.", I whispered. Then he was coughing. "I love you Emilia.", he said.

"I love you too Alexandre." "I am sorry that we never had a proper wedding. I know you always wished for a white wedding." "I don't need a white wedding when I have you. You are all I want.", I assured him. "Tell me stories from when we met, please.", he said weakly.

"I was cleaning up the meeting room and I found a pretty ring. You came back and asked for it. I had given it to you and we spend the night together.", I started. "You were the prettiest waitress I've ever seen. And I have seen many.", he said. I laughed.

"You have hurt me because you wanted to protect me from your family. Then we talked and I spend my night in this wonderful house.", I said, "then the Revolution came along and we eloped. It was a perfect night. I never told you, but I have seen a shooting star. And my biggest wish was for us to see the next day.", I added.

I didn't notice that tears were streaming down my cheeks. I only noticed when Courfeyrac wiped them away with his thumb. "I have seen you cry many times and it breaks my heart every time.", he whispered. "I am so scared.", I admitted. "What are you scared of?" "Of you dying.", I whispered. "Emilia, when I die, then I can see our friends again. Besides, you'll join me some day.", he said.

"I don't want to be parted from you. Not again." "Go on with your story, Emilia, please." "We were arrested and I set you guys free, in exchange for me to stay. Then my father died and we lived together. We were free. France had become a Republic. Gavroche had turned 25 that day.", I said.

I couldn't finish the story. I broke down. He took my arm and pulled me in his embrace. He kissed me and calmed me down. "Emilia, I am alright.", Courfeyrac said weakly. I stroked his cheek. "I fear you're not.", I whispered. "You've made a beautiful flower garden for me. Then Matthieu was born.", I said.

I haven't realized that Courfeyrac had closed his eyes. It wasn't until I turned my attention back to him. I gasped. "NO, NO, fey, please, fey don't.", I tried. But no success. He was dead. I sobbed my heart out. I couldn't hear Gavroche coming in.

I knew it was him when arms wrapped around me. I sobbed into his shoulder. Gavroche was crying too. The man who had raised him, was gone now. I was devastated. I felt like I was dead already. "Emilia, I am so sorry.", Gavroche whispered, trying not to sob as well. My world had fallen apart. And I was on my own.

(A/n: hi, I'm crying 😭)