Author: PurpleMissAliceWhitlock PM
Maybe a person does not fully know the risks until they know what they were risking. It is even worse when it is love at risk. Love, the thing that seems to flow through the streets of Paris in the romantic areas and be non-existent in the lower, less appRated: Fiction T - English - Zhang Fei & Zhang Fei - Chapters: 7 - Words: 4,238 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 13 - Updated: 03-23-13 - Published: 02-01-13 - id: 8968550
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I watched as the light rays peeked through the holes in the abandoned building I was staying in. It felt warm. It felt happy. This had to be the physical equivalent of love. This had to be the warm feeling. It was the warm feeling.
I once loved Marius. He has always been my dearest friend.
We met during a winter's ending, spring I believe it's called. A group of boys were playing. They had a tall blonde man, their leader. He strode around directing commands of every game. Multiple people were their. A foolish idiot. A hypochondriac. A few nerds. Then, there was him. He was a dreamer. He never really could fit in just right. He had soft locks of mahogany hair.
He came over, after seeing me sit and just watch there games, he out reached his hand and invited me to play. I recall a time playing truth or dare. He was my first kiss.
But we were children then. Times, as people, change. The love, not shown, faded and he forgot my existence.
Then came Cosette. I was a cruel child; therefore she is a cruel adult. She spit on me, a sign that I am below her, below her.
I eventually learned I am a mere messenger pigeon.
As the rays danced along my face I felt warm. I smiled. I lived for moments like this, away from street hate.
I stood and began my day. I decided to avoid Thenadier. I spent most of the day wandering. I watched the water. I watched the street folk. I watched the sun set. Then the fun started.
I made my way to the familiar glow of the Café. I could hear the men being noisy. Idiots.
I entered the Café. I was greeted with the warm feeling of family. I could smell the men mixed with alcohol.
"'Ponine! I haven't seen you much about. You have been hiding from me," accused me dearest friend, Marius, teasingly.
"Oh, you have figured my motives out. How shameful."
And with that we both laughed.
"Here I always dwell, fool. You are just blind, and always will be," I said, pushing past him.
"Drink with me!" Damn Grantire. He kept asking me to drink. It was our daily routine.
"NO you drunk bastard. Last thing I need is to end up like you."
I kept walking.
"Still dying Joly?" I ask.
"I think I am. Lord knows!" Over reactive fool.
I ended up sitting with Enjolras.
"Still trying to convince them? My people, my rats," I ask.
"They WILL fight. I do not understand why you believe they will not."
"We watch kings whom rule the land with promises of change become greedy. You claim to fight for the street dwellers. If you win , what proof do we have that you won't turn your backs on us?"
I watched his eyes anger then sadden.
"I agree. Help me. Please. Help convince them," he grabbed my hands. It was odd. It sent an electrical shock coursing through my bones.
"Enjolras, I have been used for work before."
My eyes flared with hurt. He was right.