Basically just an anthology of imagines conjured up in my mind when I'm supposed to be doing homework ❤

This is the story of Genevieve, a girl who used to live in the slums of Paris but when her mother remarries she is sent off to England. When she returns she discovers an old friendship, but could it be more? Will mother and step-father approve of it? Will the Revolution get in the way of their love? READ TO FIND OUT!!!

Avid poet and lover of literature, Jean Prouvaire, or Jehan, has always been a hopeless romantic, but after falling short of the what he believed to be love, has come to accept fell in love with the mere idea of romance and affection. Sylvia has accepted love as a mere childhood dream and her fate of remaining an impoverished dancer, but when the two meet serendipitously, they leave behind their skepticism and learn to trust and eventually... Love.

5 years after Marius' and Cosette's wedding

I couldn't answer him. I didn't know what to say to him. I didn't think I could really say anything to him. I did not want to face the facts of what had happened, or the consequences I knew were soon to follow. I just wanted to avoid it all. I wanted to deceive the passion that was burning deep inside of me, and simply forget that any of this had ever happened. I wished to pretend that I hadn't slept with Marius, and betrayed Eponine. I wished that it was Enjolras who I truly loved, and wanted to spend the rest of my life with. But I simply couldn't. You can't deceive passion. No matter how much I had wanted to. I couldn't. It was too late. _______________________________________________________ I did not create the characters or settings used within this plotline. That was Victor Hugo. I only claim to own what I have written down here.

Someone is watching Eponine and Marius after she is shot. He remembers back to when he helped her back onto her feet. He loves her, but will he get a chance to tell her?