OOM: The Unheard And Unsaid

[rudderless]

It's dark here.

Darker than she can remember, even in the blackest of winter.

In the distance there's the scent of cordite, the glow of a torch.

But not here.

She is still as a Bastille Day statue, contemplating him.

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[rudderless]

She shrugs her shoulders. "I know he never cared nothing about me, Gav. Don't need to tell you he didn't want me that way."

It's always been clear to her. Even more so now, with so many rich, bright things possible.

[street_sparrow]

"He didn't", Gavroche says quietly, meeting her eyes. "But he did care."

[rudderless]

"It's nice to think of it like that." Maybe new omnipresence has made her melancholy.

"You've got a new chance now, y'know."

[street_sparrow]

"I know. The kind you grab with both hands, 'cause you only get it once."

[rudderless]

She leans against the wall, raises an eyebrow. "Then be sure to grab me. Y'never know when I may..."

She goes translucent before his eyes.


"Disappear."

[street_sparrow]

"Eponine!" He scrambles for her hand, but his own passes straight through it.

[rudderless]

But she's fading away.

"Only one more time, Gav. Don't fail me."

And she's gone.