Jardin de fleurs || A Les Misérables Fanfic

Quarante-six

Time jump: 1894
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I was old now. My friends have died a long time ago and so has my husband, Courfeyrac. Oh, how much I missed him.

France had changed for the better. And my boys were responsible for that. Sometimes I would visit their graves and put down a flower. One for Feuilly, one for Bahorel, a white one for Grantaire. I was an old woman, who lived and fought for France we live in now.

You want to know if I stayed in the palace? I did. I did until I was 35. My father passed away in 1846. Ever since France had been a Republic. Something my friends fought and some of them even died for.

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My beloved husband has died many years prior. He had tuberculosis and died shortly after he was diagnosed. He had only been 83, like me. His sudden death in 1890 threw me off completely. It felt like he was taken away from me again. Something that I always made sure didn't happen.

Now I was by his grave and put down a bouquet of flowers. Red roses. His favorite. His grave was beautiful. It was different from the other boys. The grave stone was marbled and had his name in white on it. I was going to be in here too.

Those people who fell on the barricade all these years ago, I made sure they had a proper funeral. Courfeyrac and I wanted that. I can remember how much Feuillys wife cried. She was devastated and heartbroken. I am till this day. I miss the fanmaker to this day and sometimes I even would think of all the things we've done together back in Café Musain.

Another woman, a little younger than me, put down a rose on Grantaires grave. She must have been his sister. I smiled at the memory. She had been sitting in his lap while they were building the barricade back in 1832.

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I grow sicker day by day. The doctors say that I won't have much time left. I have accomplished everything I always wanted and I was ready to see my boys again. These boys, who I grew to love. My vision blurred in front of me and see a smiling Courfeyrac. The same smile he had when we first met. He looked young. Like his old self. His Revolutionary self. "My dear, it's time.", he said. He was whispering but his smile never left his face.

Second by second, I could hear the boys laughing. It filled me with happiness. Before I took his hand and before I took my last breath, I smiled. My last breath was taken and I took his hand. "Welcome home my dear.", he said, kissing me.

I looked back to see my dead body. I smiled. My corpse had a smile on her face. Then I looked back and walked with him to the light. Soon the barricade came into view. I wore the dress from the fateful night in 1832. I was young again.

My boys were here and I was ready to live in heaven. The boys welcomed me with a big hug. "It was about time!", Grantaire said. I laughed and ran straight into his arms. My best friend was here, and he was sober.
"I wanna show you something.", Enjolras said. I walked with him to the barricade and looked down. I could see a beautiful France in all its glory.

My life had a purpose and I did what I could.

"It's beautiful." "It is. Thank you.", Enjolras said.

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Just a week later, Emillia de Courfeyrac was buried. Their gravestone was changed by their son, Matthieu and his wife Juliet to:

"To our heros. To the heros of France.
     To our brave parents. Thank you."

(A/n: I'm uploading the rest of this story today ♡)