fantine greets eponine in the afterlife
“then you do not hate me?” eponine asks, confused and no less sad than before. the woman has been so kind to her. “after what i did? when we were children, i was cruel to the lark… and then when i found her again… i tried to… well, i…”
fantine smiles kindly, turning to eponine and cupping her face. ”we all make foolish mistakes as children, and when we are older do no less wild things to protect love and find happiness.” she kisses eponine’s brow before leaning away. “come in from the rain. come into the light.”
eponine takes her hand and follows, leaving the shadows behind her. a gust of air blows over her, drying and warming her at once. fantine does not drop her hand all the while, but continues to lead her on through the paradise.
“and i know when my daughter joins us,” fantine speaks, “someday in a long while, that she will bear her cheek to you so that you may kiss it, and the pair of you will live in peace as sisters forevermore from then. i promise you; just like that it is all forgiven.”
tears prickle eponine’s eyes, but no longer from sorrow. her chest swells with so much joy that she is certain she will simply burst.
“like sisters?” she asks slowly. ”then might you be like my mother? might i have a mother again? one who will brush my hair and sing sweet songs and love me very much?”
fantine smiles back at her. ”i should very much like to have another daughter i can love.”