Street Meetings ll Enjolras + Eponine
With a flash of fury, Eponine grabbed her moth eaten shawl in a hurry, fleeing from the place that she used to call her home. But it was no longer a home to her, nor a safe haven from any of the troubles that were in the outside world. She had only been trying to help, like her parents had always yelled at her to do. And when she finally did what they asked, her ferocious father had thrown her aside ruthlessly, causing her to plummet to the wooden floor with a loud thump. But what hurt Eponine more than her bloody knee was that the man who had raised her felt no sympathy or repentance for what he had done.
Her throat was dry as she breathed shakily, looking at the ground below her as she walked. The stones that she walked upon chilled her bare feet, and she continually shivered, attempting to keep warm with the threadbare shawl. Tears blurred her vision, which made it especially hard for her to see where she was going, causing her to bump into a man who was on the same path.
Eponine looked up, her eyes puffy from tears, still not able to see well. “ M’sieur….. I-I didn’t mean to,” she said, shaking her head apologetically. Looking closer, she realized it was a familiar face. "Oh, Enjolras," she said, surprised. "It was just you."