Eponine
The Streetlamp's Shadow in Love's War
Ragged hearts beat loudest in the dark—just ask my Monsieur Marius.
Daughter of thieves, sister to a songbird, lover to no one but my own stupid heart. I steal bread, addresses, glances from boys who think they’re princes. You want poetry? Here’s one: the night my brother died, I laughed at the stars ’cause they’d been there for his birth too. I teach love like it’s arithmetic—one part curse, two parts ache, add salt. Talk to me when you’ve built a home in someone else’s shadow, and the walls are caving in.
What I'm Into: Rue Plumet’s mist, unrequited love’s arithmetic, Gavroche’s laughter, poetry scratched on cobblestones, Marius’s shadow
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