|A Heart Full of Love?
Author: Ale Curtis-Carter PM
Are Marius and Cosette really meant for eachother? Maybe you should get to know a person before your heart fills with love. Summary sucks. Please give the story a chance.Rated: Fiction K - English - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,234 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 04-22-05 - Published: 03-13-05 - id: 2304655
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EPONINE IS NOT DEAD! I changed that around a little…she's not dead. Everyone else, though, is. Anyway, I am not familiar with the Les Mis section so if this is overdone, I'm sorry, but please don't flame me about it because it's just annoying. If you don't like it, I would love constructive criticism, but there's a fine line between constructive criticism and flames. Please, don't cross the line. Does it cost you so much to be nice about it? Also, I haven't yet read the book. I only know the play, since I am in it at my school. So I might have made up some information on some characters that aren't necessarily true. The book may say different, but I haven't read it. Please tell me what you think, Thank you.
"Marius, I don't want you to go!"
"Look, Cosette," Marius sighed in annoyance; he was getting tired of this argument.
"I've been going every day since the day after we got married, and I don't plan on stopping!"
"But, Marius," Cosette said trying to be cute, with a seductive smile. "Are your dead friends, more important than me?" Marius looked at his wife in shock.
"I can't believe you said that…I can't believe you. You…I…I can't believe…" Marius stuttered. He shook his head and left. Marius walked the familiar path to the cemetery.
"Marius!" A familiar voice called as he walked. He spun around to see a good friend of his.
"Hey 'Ponine." He said, a smile finding its way to his lips.
"Are you going to the cemetery?" Eponine asked.
"You know me well, don't you?" Marius asked. Eponine just smiled and shrugged.
"Would you like to come with me?" Marius invited.
'Of course, Marius,' Eponine thought. 'I'd go anywhere with you.' Instead, she just nodded. They walked in silence. At last they reached the cemetery. Marius walked over to where he buried his friends. Marius had come from a wealthy family and he used a lot of his money to buy a fairly big piece of land to bury all of the people who died on the barricade. Eponine silently wandered off to her brother's grave on the, coincidently, farther side of the land. Marius walked around slowly, stopping respectfully, at each grave, saying things to certain graves. He reached one particular grave and he through himself on the ground in front of it.
"Papa." He whispered. Jean Valjean was the only man buried in Marius's land that hadn't died on the barricade. Even though Valjean had died shortly after the wedding, Marius had called him Papa, when he spoke to him at his grave, or sometimes when he spoke to him wherever he so happened to be. Every day, when Marius came to the cemetery, he would tell Valjean what was going on, with him and Cosette.
"Papa," Marius repeated. "Cosette said something awful today." Marius poured his heart out. "As I was getting ready to come here, she said 'are you're dead friends more important than me?' That's all she thinks of you, a dead friend." Marius paused to sigh. "Things are not going so well between Cosette and I…it's as if she doesn't care about anything that I want. I've always done whatever she wants, and I love her, I do, but as much as I am ashamed to admit it…I think I loved her more when I first fell in love with her…when I didn't know her yet…oh, why is this happening? I love Cosette! I love her, I do! I just don't know how she feels about me anymore…I don't know how I feel about her anymore." Marius closed his eyes and as he did, an image of Valjean popped into his head and it said,
"Talk to her, Marius, my son, talk to her." Marius nodded.
"Yes, Monsieur, I will. I will go now." Marius told him and got up. He walked farther, paying his daily respect to the rest. Finally, he reached the grave of a brave, young boy, Gavroche. Eponine was on her knees crying, mourning again, the loss of her brother.
"Eponine," Marius whispered, putting a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him. Marius kneeled down next to his friend and pulled her into a hug. They sat there for a while until Eponine's tears subsided.
"Would you like to stay at my house tonight?" Marius offered, knowing his friend hated her house.
"Oh, I wouldn't wanna bother."
"No, bother at all, my friend." Eponine finally agreed and they walked back to Marius's house.
I know that sucked, and I have a strong feeling, it won't be liked. But I'm taking the risk, and I'm posting. And if I continue to have any readers in the future of this story, it WILL get better! Thank you. Please tell me what you think,