Marius was his name. He was rich, and had anything he had ever wanted. However, he was unhappy, despite the fact that he had a wonderful life, a nice family, and a good school. He had one reget. He had never loved. He had no girlfriend, He did not love his parents, and for that he had no friends.
He mused over this, and then thought of the pain he had caused her. He had walked out on the only person who had ever loved him: Eponine. She saw through the brick wall that guarded his heart. She saw what even he could not see. She saw the good in him, the love. She loved him, and he had decided no one could share his heart. He left her standing on that corner, crying. He walked down the street, smug in the fact that he had brought her sorrow. It had made him happy then. Now it made him cringe.
He had walked down the road. Then, suddenly, a pain had shot through his side. He hadn't seen the pink streya shooting down the walk. She paused; shouting "Sorry!!" and darted off again. He awoke later, all he could remember was his name and Eponine. He remembered her crying. He remembered the pink streya.
He walked to the park. He walked behind a tree, and came upon the strangest streya he had seen. He recognized the streya.
"You!"
"You who?" She responded in a singsong voice.
"You. You knocked me unconscious! You... You made me lose her... You have to help me find her!!"
"Uh... ooo-kaaaaay....." she looked at him like he was crazy "Oh-oh-ooooooohh!! You! I said sorry..."
"Bahh!! You dont even know her, I bet!! Whatever, I have to find her.."
"Wait!" she yelped suddenly "Uh.. Why dont you... uh, walk with me..?"
She IS kinda cute... He thought. Not like Eponine... but cute. They walked, and talked. He knew her name was Spark, and she liked to sing. Soon the night had caught up with them. They bid their farewells, and went their seprate ways. He to find Eponine, Spark to who knows where.
He mused over this, and then thought of the pain he had caused her. He had walked out on the only person who had ever loved him: Eponine. She saw through the brick wall that guarded his heart. She saw what even he could not see. She saw the good in him, the love. She loved him, and he had decided no one could share his heart. He left her standing on that corner, crying. He walked down the street, smug in the fact that he had brought her sorrow. It had made him happy then. Now it made him cringe.
He had walked down the road. Then, suddenly, a pain had shot through his side. He hadn't seen the pink streya shooting down the walk. She paused; shouting "Sorry!!" and darted off again. He awoke later, all he could remember was his name and Eponine. He remembered her crying. He remembered the pink streya.
He walked to the park. He walked behind a tree, and came upon the strangest streya he had seen. He recognized the streya.
"You!"
"You who?" She responded in a singsong voice.
"You. You knocked me unconscious! You... You made me lose her... You have to help me find her!!"
"Uh... ooo-kaaaaay....." she looked at him like he was crazy "Oh-oh-ooooooohh!! You! I said sorry..."
"Bahh!! You dont even know her, I bet!! Whatever, I have to find her.."
"Wait!" she yelped suddenly "Uh.. Why dont you... uh, walk with me..?"
She IS kinda cute... He thought. Not like Eponine... but cute. They walked, and talked. He knew her name was Spark, and she liked to sing. Soon the night had caught up with them. They bid their farewells, and went their seprate ways. He to find Eponine, Spark to who knows where.
