[She's quiet for a minute as she studies them, and her face clouds. Perhaps they'll think she disapproves of their relationship. Perhaps they'll think that she, like her father and her mother, and everyone else she knows, dislikes the idea of two men being in love. She doesn't. She thinks it's strange. She can't imagine being attracted to a woman herself.But if they want to do it - well, she doesn't have to think of what they do behind closed doors.
And perhaps, perhaps, she's just a little jealous. Nobody has ever loved her like they obviously love each other. Nobody has ever put their arms around her and held her close and nibbled her ear. Never been kissed - not affectionately, anyway. Never had any love at all.
Their display of affection is hard to watch. Eponine finds that she's near tears as she watches them, and a lump the size of a tennis ball (if she knew what that was) is forming in her throat. She blinks hastily, willing herself not to be weak enough to let her tears fall.
All she wants to do is leave. She is SO embarrassed. She can't go back after they've been so kind and she did that. Now they'll know that she's just a cheap prostitute, and not fit for respectable society or nice company. She can't be around such happily in love people. It just reminds her of everything she doesn't have and never will have, and everything she longs for. She coughs before she speaks, willing her voice to be steady and assured.]
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[She's quiet for a minute as she studies them, and her face clouds. Perhaps they'll think she disapproves of their relationship. Perhaps they'll think that she, like her father and her mother, and everyone else she knows, dislikes the idea of two men being in love. She doesn't. She thinks it's strange. She can't imagine being attracted to a woman herself.But if they want to do it - well, she doesn't have to think of what they do behind closed doors.
And perhaps, perhaps, she's just a little jealous. Nobody has ever loved her like they obviously love each other. Nobody has ever put their arms around her and held her close and nibbled her ear. Never been kissed - not affectionately, anyway. Never had any love at all.
Their display of affection is hard to watch. Eponine finds that she's near tears as she watches them, and a lump the size of a tennis ball (if she knew what that was) is forming in her throat. She blinks hastily, willing herself not to be weak enough to let her tears fall.
All she wants to do is leave. She is SO embarrassed. She can't go back after they've been so kind and she did that. Now they'll know that she's just a cheap prostitute, and not fit for respectable society or nice company. She can't be around such happily in love people. It just reminds her of everything she doesn't have and never will have, and everything she longs for. She coughs before she speaks, willing her voice to be steady and assured.]
May I go, Monsieurs?