Oh dear Eponine
Is it beyond a doubt that all you had been through led up to that moment in Marius's arms? And all you felt in his embrace was worth all the rain. If such is the case, then it can be said you died how you wanted to, or, at the very least, the best way you could have ever wanted to die. For you took it upon yourself to accept that your dreams were simply unrealistic, and, within your bounds, instead you lived such that the person you loved had the love he desired -- not yours. You were the flower who grew in the rain whose sun shined on not. But for just for that one, sad moment, you received the best love you could hope for, in insurmountable thanks, and sung the happiest song to the happiest ending.
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