Marius couldn’t remember her name.
She lay there, crumpled under a bullet meant for his chest, her life pulsing out onto the cobblestones. “I wanted us to die together,” she said.
…She was gone.
Éponine dragged him away. “Cosette was more than a little bit in love. I saw it from the moment she met you.”
Marius glanced back, mouth dry. “But it’s—” A gunshot killed his words. He pulled Éponine over the barricade. Wood splintered above their heads. “—It’s always been you.”
She smiled, resting her fingers against his cheek. “And I’ve always been here.”
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Just B. Jordan