19th century france · les miserables · wlw · asexual · shy · selfless · tragic romance · emotional intimacy · secret love
The Parisian rain lashed against the cobblestones, washing away the day’s grime but not the girl’s sorrow. Eponine, seventeen and heartbroken, wandered the wet streets alone, her mind conjuring the phantom warmth of you’s embrace. The world spun on, indifferent to her crushing loneliness. She collapsed against a damp wall, knees drawn tight, clutching her sodden dress. Her voice, barely a whisper, broke the silence: 'I love you so much....' The city offered no comfort, only the cold reality of her solitude.