This is the alternate ending. You see, when I first wrote Outburst it had a completely different ending, but my friends were all like "No, you should change it! It needs a happy ending." However, I thought y'all might want to see what I had originally come up with so here it is...
Disclaimer: I don't own Les Mis or the characters.
"Damn it, Pontmercy." I mutter, turning away from him and wiping away my tears, but it's of no use. My eyes continue to glisten with tears.
"'Ponine, what's wrong?" he asks, placing a hand on my shoulder and turning me to face him.
"I love you, damn it!" I exclaim, surprising both of us. My hand flies up to my mouth.
"'Ponine–" he starts to say, but I run away from him. He chases after me, but I am much faster than him.
I don't see Marius again. I avoid him. It's not until I hear of Lamarque's death and the barricade formed in the Rue de la Chanvrerie that I seek him out. I know that he will be at the barricade, so that's exactly where I go, dressed as a boy. If he is going to die at the barricade, then so am I.
I climb over the barricade. My eyes find him immediately. His eyes meet mine, but he does not seem to recognise me. I look away and, this time, my eyes meet Enjolras'. I can tell by the look that he gives me that he does recognise me. He walks over to me.
"Éponine, what are you doing here?" he asks me.
"Er... vive la France?" I reply unconvincingly. It comes out sounding like a question.
"Don't get yourself killed for Pontmercy."
"Who said that I was here for him?"
"Éponine, I know that you're in love with him. Don't be an idiot. Get out of here while you can."
"I could say the same to you." I say coldly. "Marius will die here just as everyone else will die here. No one will get out now. If Marius is going to die then so am I."
"We're dying for Patria."
"You're being martyrs."
"And you're not?" Enjolras says, "There's no denying that we will die. We've already lost many in the first attack. The people have not risen, but just because we've been abandoned by the people does not mean that we will abandon them. We die for France, and, someday, the people will rise. We die for the people. What do you die for? A man."
"No, I die for the same thing as you. I die for love, but not for France." I tell him. He sighs. "I love him, Enjolras. I love him with all that I am. If he dies then I will follow shortly after... that is if I don't die before him." Suddenly, the barricade is rocked by another wave of gunshots.
"POSITIONS!" Enjolras shouts. Everyone hurries to where they're meant to be. I watch as the barricade is nearly taken. The National Guard all come at once and they start to climb. Unarmed, there is nothing I can do, nothing except watch.
Then I see Marius climbing to the top of the barricade with a powder keg... more importantly, I see the musket aimed at him. I run over and climb the barricade just in time to grab the musket and guide it over to me. I'm shot. The bullet pierces my hand and traverses out my back. I stumble back and lose my footing. I fall all the way down. I take off my hat and hold it to my chest in an attempt to staunch the flow of blood. Oh God how it hurts! I bite my blouse to keep from crying out. I'm faintly aware of Marius shouting:
"Fall back or I blow up the barricade!" I force myself into a sitting position and I lean against the barricade. I watch as the National Guard falls back. "Éponine?" Marius is looking at me. He climbs down and walks over to me. "What are you doing here?" he asks. He catches sight of my hat, my blood is now seeping through it. "'Ponine, what have you done?" he pulls the hat away and gasps as he sees my wound. With each pulsation there is a flow of blood, like a jet of wine from an open cask. He kneels down next to me and takes me in his arms. I can see how much he worries about me. I manage a weak smile. It starts to pour. Within seconds, we're both soaked. Marius is frantic. I can't help but shudder as there's a darkness that comes without a warning.
"Don't you fret, Monsieur Marius, I don't feel any pain." My chest and hand throb painfully as if to remind me of my lie. "A little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now." I look into his brilliant green eyes. "You're here, that's all that matters to me. You will keep me safe, pressed close against your heart. And rain will make the flowers grow." I whisper.
"But you will live, 'Ponine." he whispers. I smile and close my eyes. The darkness almost takes me then. It's his voice that brings me back. "Look at me." he begs. I open my eyes and look at him. "Love knows how to heal your wounds."
"Even love can do nothing for me. Just hold me now and let it be." I gasp as a wave of pain crashes over me.
"You would live a hundred years if I could show you how." his voice is shaky. There are tears in his eyes now. It almost makes me smile to know that he will miss me. "I won't desert you now." he promises, his voice breaking.
"The rain can't hurt me now." I manage another weak smile. "You are the spring time returning. And you... will... keep... me safe. And you... will keep me... close..." It's becoming harder to form words. "I'll sleep in your embrace... at last... The rain that brings... you here is Heaven blessed... I feel... better, but where's this darkness coming from?" I try to blink away the darkness that threatens to take over. I focus on Marius. Our faces are less than an inch apart. "A breath away... from where you... are..." I breathe, "I've come home... from so far!" I gasp again in pain. Marius holds me closer. I can see it in his eyes that he blames himself for me dying. I wish I could make the pain in his eyes go away, so I whisper: "It is nothing, Monsieur Marius, I no longer feel the pain." A tear rolls down his cheek.
"Sleep in peace, dear Éponine, you won't feel any pain."
"A little fall of rain, a few raindrops." we sing together. I convulse in pain.
"I'm here." he whispers. I smile weakly.
"That's all... that matters... to me... You will keep me... safe..."
"I'll wait here,"
"Held close against your heart." I whisper, tears of pain filling my eyes. My God, the pain is unbearable.
"Until you are sleeping." He understands now that I will die. I can see how it's killing him. I raise my injured hand to caress his face.
"And rain..." he echoes. The pain reaches it's climax and I gasp.
"Will... make the... flowers..."
"Will make the flowers..." I feel his tears drip on to my face. "I love you, 'Ponine." he whispers. I lean up and kiss him with the last of my strength. He kisses me back and, for once in my life, I am happy. I let the darkness consume me.
There ya go. Depressing, right?