The tramp of feet across the street was broken by the sound,

Of armored guards and rifle shots, and death was all around.

Some ran to tend the fallen men, by cowards they were slain,

Now honest men, would never dare to walk on Paris' streets again.

Montparnasse had gone into mourning. The revolution had turned into a massacre. Thenardier had convinced him to help gather the belongings of the fallen; he had never seen so many bodies of the deceased in one place. There was bodies of people that he had known, though not particularly liked of spoken to. He assumed that Eponine had been killed in the process, which severely pained him but he knew that he would just have to move on with his life and pretend he thought nothing of it, as everyone else seemed to be doing.

He was going to miss her; he couldn't deny it, but life must go on; no one should let death hold them back. Montparnasse was angry at himself, more than he had ever been before. He couldn't help but think that if he had treated her with respect, that she wouldn't have needed Marius and he could've been all that she would ever have needed. At one point, Montparnasse had even hated her though with time his opinion had changed. He would never forgive himself for treating the poor defenseless creature that was Eponine Thenardier in such a way that he did. It was truly horrendous. Montparnasse recalled abusing her, both verbally and physically, as well using her for his own pleasures, mostly because he was aware that she was afraid of him. Eponine's life was his interpretation of hell on Earth.

Upon his return, Montparnasse noticed Marius limping alone the road with the aid of what seemed to be what he would call coffin dodger.

"Shouldn't you be dead like the rest of them?" Montparnasse shouted down the street, in a slightly mocking tone.

"Excuse me?" Marius replied, turning around slowly.

"You're Marius Pontmercy, yes?" he asked, approaching him.

"Yes, and you are?" Marius responded, raising an eyebrow at him.

Montparnasse smiled menacingly, he would make a perfect punching bag, not only because he happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, but because he deserved it with what he had done, playing with Eponine's feelings and whatnot.

"The tooth fairy" Montparnasse mocked, laughing at his own joke though Marius didn't take it lightly.

"I do not appreciate arrogance" Marius responded, scowling at him.

"Well, I don't appreciate ignorance" Montparnasse retorted, shoving him to the ground before kicking him repeatedly at full force.

Montparnasse felt powerful again, knowing that he was hurting the person in fault for Eponine's death. Though after a moment, he realized that Marius wasn't genuinely to blame; it was the fault of Eponine herself. Marius obviously didn't intend for her to go to the barricade to die, no one would wish such a death even upon their worst enemy. He offered Marius a hand to help him stand up once again.

"Has no one ever told you not to attack a wounded man?" Marius exclaimed, a look of anger covering his face.

"Honestly, no; never in my life" Montparnasse replied, shaking his head. "I'm not what you would call conventional" he continued explaining, keeping a straight face.

"Who are you anyway? Do I know you? Your face is familiar" Marius questioned, looking at him.

"I'm Montparnasse…. Eponine's friend" Montparnasse replied, taking a short pause between phrases.

"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss" Marius responded, hanging his head before digging his hand into his pocket and pulling out a slightly ragged piece of paper. "She told me to give you this" he continued, handing him the piece of paper, before limping off into the darkness.

Montparnasse unfolded the letter, squinting slightly as he analyzed Eponine's messy handwriting

It read:

Montparnasse,

I hate you… sometimes. No, in fact, I'm lying. I don't hate you, not even a little bit. I used to though, definitely, but that's in the past now, isn't it? I just hope you don't hate me, because if you do, you're going to be haunted for years. That was my failed attempt at comedy. Damn it. I know of the likely consequences, but it wouldn't make a difference. Don't blame yourself, if there's anyone at fault its me. I guess I've wasted time on people I should never have bothered with (you know exactly who I'm talking about) and I've cried over stupid things, but at least now I know who my real friends are. Just remember, someone will be smiling down (or more likely, up) at you; and quite possibly laughing at the madness you tend to cause.

Eponine x

Montparnasse sighed quietly, his eyes threatening to cry yet again. That was all he needed, closure. All he could do now was take life by one day at a time.

He thought to himself…

The sunny days seem to hurt the most,

I wear the pain like a heavy coat.

The only things that gives me hope,

Is I know I'll see you again someday…

Aaaaand we're done. I hoped you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I couldn't really continue it any longer, or it would have become quite repetitive, and that would suck. I'm in the mood to write something else now, if you guys have any suggestions as to what, message me or leave in a review, cos I cannot think of anything. Damn. The songs that I have used throughout the chapters are the following, in order:

She's Always a Woman To Me - Billy Joel

For Good - Wicked (Steven Schwartz lyrics)

Derry's Streets - Summerfly (This songs was originally about bloody sunday in Ireland, but I changed the lyrics slightly so it made sense)

Who You'd Be Today - Kenny Chesney (If you're choosing music for a funeral, listen to that song, the lyrics are golden)

Once again, I OWN NOTHING.