Learning To Love An Angel

look what's become of me

(Eponine)
That night, I let my thoughts wonder about cossete. Her name rang a bell. But I had no idea where from

Then it hits me like a ton of bricks.

Of course

Cosette, now I remember.
Cossete how can it be...

We were children together...

I stare at my stick thin , ragged figure in disgust -look what's become of ME.

Of course. When I was little, she lived at my " father's " inn .

Then one day, she upped and left with this strange man. I used to dream that he had taken me and not her, because she was the sole reason that my father started taking his anger out on me.

When I was five, a year before she left, I had it all. A new dress every month or so, a new hat every week. She had to make do with my hand me downs that no longer fitted me. Now she has an iPhone 6 and a whole wardrobe of fashionable clothes.

What a role reversal.

Without thinking, I got up out of bed and wandered onto the streets in search of her.

But unlike the stories that are posted on social media, I wasn't looking for Marius' sake.

I was looking for my own.