It's been a week, The realization dawned on both of them as they woke up at separate times. Rose woke up and dragged herself out of bed but as usual Javert wasn't there. It had been one of the worst weeks in both of their lives. They both barely eat and Rose spends most of her time lying in bed and crying. Javert shows no emotion, but when he was alone, He lets his depression show, he let the tears cloud his vision, but he never let them fall from his eyes. Rose, on the other hand, cried almost always. Javert had softened the blow of losing her friends but now that he was gone, the grief returned harder than ever. Sometimes she was angry. Angry at the world for taking her friend's away, angry at Javert for leaving her with no apparent reason, angry at Marius for not visiting, it was just hot flaming anger.
Javert always wakes up early, to avoid seeing Rose before he went to work. He sleeps on the couch and leaves the curtains opened so he would get up at the first Rays of sunlight. Sometimes, Rose would hear him whimper in his sleep and she couldn't help but wonder if he had nightmares too. He would hear her scream in her sleep too. He would get up and sit next to her sleeping figure until she would stop screaming. A lot of times she had screamed out his name, and Javert had to use every bit of control he has to not get up and hold her close to his chest. It hurt him to know that she still had feelings for him, but he knew that she would get over him and that she will meet someone better than him who could make her happier. He knew he was in love the night that she had kissed the scars on his back, he waited to long to tell her just like she had. And now it was too late.
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The Prisoner
RomanceInspector Javert has always been a cruel man. He speaks to no one , no one speaks to him. His heart is of stone that no one can break. But what happens when he meets a revolutionary who creeps into his heart. Will he accep the fact that he's in love...
