Hamliza One-Shots

The Other Girl

-»a little les mis-based oneshot :) sorry for not updating for a while, I'm going to be aiming for an update once a week from now on. also I didn't proofread this, so sorry about any mistakes. I'll fix them tomorrow.

"You're late." Eliza told Alexander, who was entering the alleyway Eliza currently sat in. Eliza rubbed the dirt off her nose and took off her cap, letting her dark, curly hair ripple down her back. Alexander muttered an apology, glancing back at the alleyway entrance.

"Is something on your mind, Alex?" Eliza asked, moving her legs from her side to in front of her and patted the dirty concrete pathway. Alexander sat down next to her and sighed.

"Not something," he said, a far-off gleam was evident in his eye, "someone."

Eliza felt her heart flutter as she looked at the ginger-haired, eighteen year old revolutionary. She felt her heart flutter the same way it always did whenever he was around, when she would steal glances at him. He had no idea how she felt, how she yearned to be more than friends with him.

When she was alone, she would imagine his arms around her, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as they sat together in a nice, furnished house. Instead of wearing the ragged old clothes that she wore on her back now, she would wear nice, warm, comfy dresses that would make her feel beautiful inside and out.

She'd imagine a different life to the one she led now, and she desperately wished for that life to come true soon. On her own, she would imagine him sweeping her away as they rode away from the filthy streets of Paris. She would smile as they rode away from her parents, who couldn't give a fatter damn with her being gone. Alexander and her would smile and hold each other tightly, never wanting to let go from each other's warm embrace.

Eliza was drawn back from her tiny daydream with an inaudible sigh, and she fiddled with the leather bracelet that hung loosely around her malnourished wrist. Alexander had given it to her a few years ago when they first met as a token of their friendship. She wore it ever since, praying desperately not to have it slip off.

"Who is this someone?" She asked the lovesick boy, a tiny bit of hope swelled in her stomach that it would be her he was thinking of.

"I do not know her name." He responded, fiddling with the golden buttons on his greyish-blue jacket. He gave a small smile. "She was beautiful, though. My god, I wish to see her again."

Eliza felt the tiny ray of hope in her stomach evaporate into disappointment. She gave a tiny "oh", not wanting to say anything else.

"You should've seen her, Liz." Her heart stopped at the nickname he used. It would always stop, but now it felt different. She felt herself fill with anguish and jealousy. Who was this girl? Why should she have seen her?

"What did she look like?" Eliza asked in a small voice. Alexander's smile seemed to grow wider at the though of remembering her looks.

"She wore a beautiful, laced red dress with a golden trim around her skirt. Her hair was as golden as the sun's rays, and she was as pale as the glimmering full moon. Her eyes were an emerald green that sparkled in the dazzling light, and her cheeks were a rosy pink, rosier than the sky at dusk or daybreak. She was absolutely beautiful, like an angel that descended upon the heavens."

Eliza tightened her ripped, grey shawl that was wrapped around her shoulders in disbelief. All throughout the time he was describing this girl, she could only think of the ragged, emerald-eyed Maria that had stayed with her and her parents when her mother was unable to take care of her. A seed of jealously consumed her body.

If it really was Maria, look at how nice of a life she was now living. It vastly contrasted to Eliza's, who was constantly in fear of her life, and was wondering when her next meal was. She shivered lightly, but Alexander paid no attention to her, for he was lost in his thoughts.

"She sounds quite lovely." Eliza quietly told him, looking down at the concrete. She was trying to force the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes back so that he wouldn't see her cry.

"She was quite lovely." He said dreamily. "Eliza, thank you for listening to me..the fact that a girl like you tolerates me is something even my other friends don't understand. Perhaps that's why you're my closest friend."

He put a sincere hand on her bony, cold shoulder. Eliza looked up at him and met his beautiful blue-violet eyes before looking down again. Alexander quickly removed his hand and looked the opposing way. While he was only filled to the brim with awkwardness, she was filled with unimaginable pain.

No matter how sincere he was trying to be, he still called her the one thing that she always dreaded to hear.

A friend.

Her heart broke into a million tiny pieces. She felt a hot tear roll slowly down her pale, dirty cheek. She didn't want to be friends. She didn't want him to love her as a friend. She wanted him to love her as her. She wanted at this very moment to slowly decompose into the ground, never to be seen again.

She didn't care if she was his closest friend, she wanted to be more than friends. That damn Maria! Perhaps if she hadn't caught his eye, they would be together. Eliza quickly wiped away the tear that was slowly sliding down her cheek.

"Is that all you think of me as?" She mumbled angrily, giving a small scoff.

"What was that?" He asked, looking towards the shabby girl. Eliza shook her head.

"Nothing," She wiped her eyes again and stood up from the cold concrete pathway. "I better get going, now. Bye, Alex."

Eliza put on her cap that covered her matted hair and ran off down the street with tears in her eyes before Alexander could say what he was going to say.

"Eliza wait! When are we going to meet here ag-" He stopped, hurt by Eliza's sudden departure. They never rescheduled when they were going to meet again.

Alexander looked down to where she was sitting before, and noticed that the leather bracelet that he had given her just a few years earlier laid down on the ground next to him. He quickly snatched up the bracelet, making a mental note to give it back to her when he saw Eliza again.

Alexander stood up, brushing off any dirt that got on his coat and hastily walked out of the alleyway in search of Eliza. After a few minutes of intense searching around the neighboring alleyways, he gave up on looking for the girl.

Still, he continued to wonder as he walked down the bustling streets of Paris why she had left him so fast, and so suddenly. A small pit of guilt boiled in his stomach as he felt a tear slip down his cheek and onto the grey concrete, and he began to wonder if he had just lost his closest friend.