The winter winds were starting to pick up and the ess’ cave was starting to seem like a bad idea. She had chosen to live in the mountain tops. She wanted to be on top of the world and now she was though all she really wanted was Marius. The creamy ess had trailed him here to this new place. The revolution was behind them now, but Eponine still wasn’t enough for him. He wanted the unachievable and mysterious Cosette—the picture perfect angel that she could never be, at least not now. Maybe when she was heir to the throne it could have been a chance, but now she was a rat in the city. But you wouldn’t know that from looking at her.

Eponine padded out of her hiding spot and inched towards the cliff. The wind whipped up the edge and blew back her luxuriously long fur. Her chocolate pools blurred with tears as she attempted to look down the edge, but it was in vain. Her creamy coat kept what little warmth she had left close to her core. She couldn’t help but remember the times when her Marius would wonder the city side by side, partners in crime. They did help start the revolution, but now the country was in ruin and so was her life. That’s why she had followed Marius. Maybe without Cosette around she could finally bring her love into the light. Speaking of her lover, the wind had stopped and below her the fog moved aside to reveal her milky brown coat and perfect figure. Eponine’s lips lifted into a small smile and she jumped at the opportunity to be with her Marius.

Her bodice glided with ease down the cliff face as she leapt from rock to rock and closer to Marius. Pebbles clattered onto the rocky surface alerting Marius to her presence. She appeared quietly at his side, Marius? How could fate be so kind to us… Eponine murmured quietly. She didn’t want Marius to know she had followed him, it was only coincidence. Even she was starting to believe the lie. She wanted to believe it and she wanted Marius to believe it to.