There's plenty of French soldiers in the street, so I hid in a small cavity under the stairs. I hear someone ask where the 'little revolutionary girl' went, but no one seems to know. This amuses me until I remember why I'm hiding. It's all I can do to stop the tears from flowing. Adrenaline courses through my veins and doesn't allow me to mourn them yet. I can't afford to think about the deaths, or it could cost me my life.

Shortly after, they started dragging in the dead bodies. I clasp my hand over my mouth to stop the sob from escaping my lips. Grant, Courfeyrac, Joly, all of the others. It breaks my heart when they finally drag Enjolras in. I'm shaking again, just like the night when I met Enjolras. He's in his red revolutionary jacket that followed him around constantly. The only comfort is that I don't see Marius and Valjean. I hold out hope that they're still alive.

I shrink backwards when I see none other than my father walk in. Valjean wasn't lying after all. I'm terrified that at any point he'll look closely and find me. I want to jump out and punch him. I want to punch him over and over again for everything he's done to me, to Valjean, and to my revolutionary brothers. I want him to bleed. But I have to be smart. For Enjolras. For Grant and Courfeyrac. For the other boys. For my hope that Marius and Valjean are somewhere out there.

Eventually, night falls and I decide to sneak out. I know the French government will be here soon enough to deal with the bodies and they might not be as lenient as the captain who let me go. I sneak out in the shadows and down the street. I have no clue where the address Valjean gave me is, but I just have to get away for now. I can worry about that later.

I run through the deserted streets. I get past the line of guards by slipping through the shadows. After all, they're expecting everyone to be dead by now. I repeat the address over and over again in my head so I don't forget. I don't know how I got here, but it feels like a castle. The only light is from the stars above, shining down on the black building. I hear shouts from below; voices that sound familiar, but I can't place them or hear what they're saying. They're yelling, though.

"Give way, Javert! There is a life to save!" I hear someone yell. It's Valjean, I can tell now. I don't know where they are or how to get him. He must be talking about Marius. God, what happened to Marius?

"Take him, Valjean. I will be waiting. 24601." I let out a sigh of relief as the arguing ended.

I must have ran around the building for a while before I gave up on looking for them. Valjean was likely gone by now in search of a doctor for Marius and who knows where my father went. I look out the window at the stars above. They shine down on the Pont au Change, which is a bridge overlooking the Seine River. There's a shadow standing on the ledge, pacing back and forth. My breath catches in my throat. No. It can't be. I can't lose him too. I can't lose everyone.

"Shall his sins be forgiven." No. "Shall his crimes be-" No. "Reprieved!" NO! I dash down the stairs and out the door, dashing towards the bridge. NONONONONONO. Don't do it, please, I think.

"I'll escape now from that world." I'm at the beginning of the bridge. "From the world of Jean Valjean." I'm about halfway to him. "There's nowhere I can turn." I'm almost there. "There is no way to go on!"

"NO!" My fingers graze the fabric of his jacket as he falls forward into the river. He didn't notice me sprinting towards him, but he locks eyes with me, spinning midair as he falls. His arms reach out, as if he's trying to reach back out to me. I wasn't supposed to be here. Time moves in slow motion until eventually, there's a splash. The current carries him down the river. The last I see of him is the tail of his jacket washing over the side. He's gone. He's gone, and I'm truly alone.

AN:

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