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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[street_sparrow]

He stares back at her, in the dark. He's never seen such a lack of animation in her.

"Eponine."