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  <title>Fantine</title>
  <subtitle>Fantine</subtitle>
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    <name>Fantine</name>
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    <title>Requiem Aeternam Luceat Eis</title>
    <published>2013-07-10T02:24:07Z</published>
    <updated>2013-07-10T02:24:07Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, for just a moment, she could see Cosette, her little girl, as she knew she was, calm, happy, playing in the garden of the inn, no longer sick, no longer wanting for anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Come to me, Cosette, the light is fading &lt;br /&gt;Don't you see the evening star appearing? &lt;br /&gt;Come to me, and rest against my shoulder &lt;br /&gt;How fast the minutes fly away and every minute colder. &lt;br /&gt;Hurry near, another day is dying &lt;br /&gt;Don't you hear, the winter wind is crying? &lt;br /&gt;There's a darkness which comes without a warning &lt;br /&gt;But I will sing you lullabies and wake you in the morning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up, the Mayor walked in, a haze surrounding him, his words dovetailing with her thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, Fantine, our time is running out &lt;br /&gt;But Fantine, I swear this on my life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All her pride is gone, everything she has is gone, but she can plead this one last time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look, M'sieur, where all the children play&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is there. She knows her beloved daughter is there, happy, child-like in the innocence that Fantine never had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be at peace, be at peace evermore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace? There is no peace until her daughter is safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Cosette...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please. She knows that her darling deserves better. There must be something better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shall live in my protection&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope. A faint ray, another plead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take her now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, Monsieur, she needs someone, someone to truly love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your child will want for nothing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relief. A light, a faint ray of warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good M'sieur, you come from God in Heaven.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not since before, not for years has it been warm, peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And none shall ever harm Cosette&lt;br /&gt;As long as I am living.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He promised. Cosette will be safe, she will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take my hand. The night grows ever colder.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angel. He must be an angel. She must keep him close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then I will keep you warm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't matter. Only Cosette. Only her beloved girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take my child. I give her to your keeping.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blessing. She gives a blessing to him for Cosette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take shelter from the storm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm? There is no storm. Just the light. She must know, she must believe that she was loved, Cosette, her darling. The warmth is getting more and more and more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For God's sake, please stay till I am sleeping&lt;br /&gt;And tell Cosette I love her&lt;br /&gt;And I'll see her when I wake...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light got brighter and brighter, and a door opened, drawing her up, through the roof, out of the squalor and dirt, and out of everything to... the end of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ooc: Italicized text from &lt;i&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/i&gt;, the musical.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=dreamed_a_dream&amp;ditemid=416" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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