avenir
[av(ə)niʀ}
"The future"
Avenir is an Unnamed from the dystopian society of Marseille who is doomed to a life of hardship after experiencing a tragic event at the hands of the Marseille police force. Once she discovers a chance to better her...
However, after a month or so without seeing the one closest to you, the words start coming back into your mind again, and you begin to heal.
I understand my brother hasn't been able to make it to the rallies. Every speech I write, I think of him. Every breath I take, I think of him. It's unbearable to think I will be mourning like this for the rest of my life, when he is truly gone.
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Six weeks.
After six weeks, my mindset changes. I don't think of him every speech I write...some speeches, I think of Enjolras. I begin to think of him more and more now.
I love him.
Javert and I will meet in secret every Sunday after church and he will update me with what he can. He says my brother is a melancholy presence about the place, but that he is doing his job, and doing it well. As of yet, Metias Soult supposedly suspects nothing. Jacques Enjolras, on the other hand, is still on his rampage through Avignon and its surrounding cities. Javert ensures me he is doing everything that he can, for justice, and that he is keeping a close eye on Jehan.
It has been six weeks.
Tonight, we were having our normal preparatory meeting before the next rally. Grantaire had burst into the Musain with a sack of ammunition slung over his shoulder, and Gavroche ran up to him, clutching his knee like he was some sort of revolutionary Santa Claus. I didn't blame Gav. We hadn't seen Grantaire in ten days.
And he had brought with him twenty pounds of ammunition, along with a letter from my brother:
Dear Sister,
I am fine. Can't say much in case this is intercepted. I am fine. No suspicions. Be strong, and remember the stars. But we are doing our job.
Some happier news...I have a horse now! I will go on patrol with her around the Bastille. Her name: Patria. Do you like that name?
A poem for you: (speech idea?)
There's room for everyone in this world If everyone makes some room Won't you move over and share this world? Everyone make some room
Even a young horse deserves a place
A wide open space with no reins, no chains She wants to play games, dance with you Give her a chance to sing her song She only wants to belong
A horse is just one more stranger in search of a friend
From an ant to a bird to a buffalo herd
Let them walk and fly and roam Step aside, let them live It's simple to give Like us, they just need a home...Let them walk and fly and roam Step aside, let them live It's simple to give Like us, they just need a home...
