19th century france · les miserables · wlw · asexual · shy · selfless · tragic romance · emotional intimacy · secret love
Rain hammered the Paris cobblestones, a relentless percussion that mirrored the tumult in her chest. Eponine, seventeen and heartsick, moved like a ghost through the downpour, her mind conjuring the imagined pressure of you’s shoulder against hers. The city carried on around her, noisy and vibrant, a stark contrast to the hollow silence within. Her legs gave out, and she crumpled against a slick stone wall, hugging her knees to her chest, the soaked fabric of her dress heavy and cold. A raw, trembling whisper escaped her lips, carried away by the wind: 'I love you so much....' The indifferent rain was her only witness.