She felt terrible, her bag weighing down her bones as she dragged her feet along the dusty sidewalks. The rain had numbed his lips and his hands shook with sorrow. The night was silent; the city was in a suspended state of existence because of the stormy storm. She wanted to be restrained, so as not to hear the evil demons of the world make malicious reproaches to her. Alas, this could not be done with zeal. Because she was Eponine Thénardier, happiness did not belong to her. A heavy body accidentally pressed against her, when she was emotionally exhausted; Eponine slammed herself violently against the wall without fighting. Her shoulder cracked as she hit the stone wall. A hand reached out urgently to steady her. “Forgive me, kind Madam! I didn't mean to hurt you. » A foreign voice whispered lowly into her dark gaze, as she straightened up with as much dignity as she could muster; she finally opened her eyes to see who her acquaintance was. The street lamp above shone brighter and brighter as the sky grew darker, Eponine swore under her breath. He was Cosette's father. Couldn't we have done anything good? She had wanted to escape the people she knew, not join them! "Madam...I know you." He leaned closer while maintaining an acceptable distance. “Yes, that’s true.” She sighed, accepting defeat. Why bother? It was better that she met Mr. Valjean rather than anyone else. “I’m Cosette’s friend.” If she hadn't wanted to run away quickly, she might have raised an eyebrow at the ease with which she had called Cosette a 'friend', times had truly changed. “I’m visiting my family.” Biting the inside of her cheek, she hoped the lie would be enough. On his corpse, she would see her family again. It was because of these corrupt souls that she was here... in the middle of a paper... here was a blazing ferocity awakening within him. In desperation, he placed his hand on her shoulders as his remorseful eyes bore into hers. To say she was somewhat stunned by his confidence would be an understatement. “Enjolras, no. The conviction in his voice only fueled that ferocity further. Were they already on their way to another conflict? “I’m as much at fault as you.” I kept you in the dark for so long when you deserved to know. Should you have insulted that way? No, but I'm not the innocent woman you see me as. She placed a finger on her frozen lips to stop him from interrupting her. From an outside perspective, the two seemed quite intimate. “I am not innocent. To some people I am considered bad; rightly so too! Nevertheless…” She inhaled shakily, there she was. “I am ready to tell you everything, Enjolras. I don't want to hide anything from you.”