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[theroseinmisery]

Well...I suppose I would have to find this sooner or later.

Azelma's copy of Les Miserables was lying open on my bed last night. I imagine she just left it there, but I picked it up to spare a glance at where it had opened to. The chapter was called 'The Agony of Death After the Agony of Life." Intrigued for some reason I cannot  describe, I read on...and what I read wasn't what I wanted to see.

I know now why my shoulder and my hand ache at random during rainstorms. I...would like to thank you, Monsieur R, for not telling me. For letting me figure this out for myself. It is better that way, I think. 

To know that one has been killed so young in the past is a strange feeling. And I do not think I like it.

I wish that Marius had not gone away until next week. I need him now.

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[hiscynic]

Eponine, I'm just across the hall if you need me. I mean that. In fact, no. I'll come to you. I have some dessert left over from last night and I think you're in need of a friend and some chocolate. Should I be there, say, in twenty minutes?

[theroseinmisery]

Thank you, Monsieur R. I do believe I'm very much in need of both of those things. Azelma is out, so the flat is empty and you are welcome to come.

[diabolicbeauty]

I'll bring you round some macarons, fresh from la Maison Ladurée.

I know they're not a cure for all ills, just as a word cannot sooth away wounds so scarring to the psyche. But they are a reminder that there are still good and joyous things in this life. If you need to talk, I'm here.

[theroseinmisery]

Ah, merci.

I must confess, I have never tried a macaron before, but I am certainly willing to. This life is far too short not to experience new things when one can.