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Oh, Cosette, Cosette, forgive me that I’m here and you are not
“Aaah!” With a terribly high scream a girl fell on the ground on the modern Parisian streets. A second ago she was singing with her beloved husband in the nineteenth century and suddenly she was sitting here. “Marius?” she cried and looked around. Where was her wonderful Marius? Bitter tears ran along her cheeks. How could she ever be happy without Marius?
“Aaah!” screamed another voice. Then, a young man fell down. Completely confused he lied in the middle of the street while wondering where his chair had gone to. He didn’t even recognize he wasn’t at home anymore. If his beloved Cosette wasn’t there, he would have probably lied on the ground for the whole night without noticing he was no more in the 1830ies.
“Marius! In my life I'm no longer alone now the love in my life is so near. Find me now, find me here!“, she sang towards him and glared at him with the strange yet admirable expression in her face she always had when Marius was near and stopped weeping.
“I am lost!” he cried imagining Cosette was singing to him from heaven or so. It was one of those strange theories he always had when he didn’t understand anything. Not that it happened often to him, it happened almost twenty times a day. But it never mattered for his wife; she never cared about his intelligence as long as he was in love with her.
“I am found!” she answered not understanding why he was weeping that much. She only knew she was in love with that man. And even covered with dust he was the most beautiful man she had ever met.
“Oh, Cosette, Cosette, forgive me, that I’m here and you are not.” He trembled and his clothes were wet because of his tears.
Now Cosette was also confused. Why didn’t he just look around? She started to weep again.
“Don’t your friends count anymore?” asked someone out of the dark. As Marius stretched his head a bit he could see something red.
“Oh, my friends, my friends, forgive me, that I live and you are gone”, he sang now.
Cosette wept even more. Had he forgotten her completely?
“I’m not gone. I mean, I’m also not your friend, but you won’t understand, but I’m not gone. Not more. But the time is near …” he started to sing in the end.
“I can hear them now, the very words that they have sung.” Marius assumed he was surrounded by ghosts or so.
“I believed you have changed during your time with your girl. But you haven’t, you still care more about your feelings than the whole world around you.”
“Is that good or bad?” asked Marius.
Enjolras looked at him while pondering whether this guy was really that stupid or just joking. They had to plan a revolution but instead they ended up discussing whether Marius’ feelings or the whole world were more important. “Marius, we strive towards a larger goal” he tried to explain.
“You also want to have a baby?” Marius smiled awkwardly.
“What?” Enjolras had never been that confused in all his life.
“I mean, you talked about a larger goal. Cosette’s goal – it’s mine too; we’re just so similar so each other, it’s so wonderful – is to have a baby. A baby will be large one day, right?” He was so glad they finally had found something to talk about anything apart from revolution.
“That’s not my goal. Red, the blood of angry men” sang Enjolras solemnly.
“Did you also find out other men also have red blood?” asked Marius. He believed that would be absolutely new for his friend and of course it was a better theme than revolution. Cosette surely wouldn’t let him go to another revolution and he didn’t want to tell Enjolras.
He only got a confused glance as an answer.
“You know, I’ve also been bleeding and I haven’t been angry at all so it’s not true that only blood of angry men is red.” He felt incredibly intelligent.
“Marius, that’s not what we want to talk about. I just wanted to ask you where Grantaire is.” For the sake of his nearest friend he would even bare speaking with Marius the whole night long.
“Oh, my friends, my friends, forgive me, that I live and you are gone”, he sang again.
Enjolras shook his head and gave up. This guy didn’t understand anything he believed. I, the author, must say that in this strange situation – and maybe a bit more often that it would be good – this was true. Without saying another word he left.
“There’s a grief that can’t be spoken, there’s a pain goes on and on.” He wept heavily.
Still sitting on the ground Cosette also started singing. “Don't think about it, Marius, with all the years ahead of us. I will never go away and we will be together every day. “
Finally, Marius turned around his head as he couldn’t see Enjolras in the dark anymore.
“Every day, we’ll remember that night and the vow that we made.” She waited and looked at him with her lovely glance.
“A heart full of love!” both of them sang as Marius understood she was really sitting next to him. Enjolras, the fact they were on a street and the confusing conversation were suddenly forgotten. Nothing mattered except their hearts full of love.