Javert's Death Les Miserables Lyrics Novels & Stories

“I have no reasons to keep going, Margaux. This is the payment that I deserve for hurting you, and you'll be able to get justice if I die. But don't regret it because I know this is for the best. I love you, mate, until the end of my breath.” “I hate you, Jace! You're scaring the hell out of me. Just please don't make me mad, okay? You're going to live, understand?” Jace shook his head and replied, “I don't think so. But I want you to know that I am so happy to have you here. At least, you are the last person that I saw before I die.” I bit my bottom lips to stop the tears that were about to fall, but it never helped at all. My tears streamed down to my face as I looked at him.

He did not understand why he would feel such an intense pain over the death of someone he had once hated so much. The sunlight had dimmed, making the atmosphere even more gloomy and sad. The phone rang once again. [Officer Damon, did you like the gift that I sent you? If you like it, do give my video a like.]

Gods, I couldn't believe I had survived the war just to die this way. Jarith glanced at the talisman on my neck, then fixed his eyes on mine. ‘You won't survive the fall.’ Something bitter twisted my insides. Guess I was meant to die either way. But now, at least, I would die on my own terms. ‘Goodbye, Jarith,’ I said my last words through the link. Then I spun around and jumped. I could still hear his howl as I kept falling faster and faster, the merciless blow of air stealing my breath. I saw the violent waters swirling below. Then came the hit…

I whispered. “Both of you ruined me and stole it all from me, thinking you burnt my world to the ground..” “And now you’re the ones turning to ash.” Jules cleared his throat softly from the doorway—a subtle reminder of our limited time. I straightened, smoothing the structured silk of my bodice with one gloved hand. “This is the last time you’ll ever see me,” I said, my tone final. “Enjoy the view of the life you tried to steal from me… while you rot in the one you deserve.”

I gasped for breath. Death held me in his arms. He sang of maggots and rot. “The hell?” I demanded. He looked at me guiltily. The song changed to worms. I sighed, too weak to rise. The rain was sweet on my tongue. “Is this some shamanic death-rebirth thing?” I said weakly. He nodded in response. His raven wings furled open. They glistened with hidden jewels.

"I don't know what I would have done then, but now, I'm—" "Sorry doesn't fix it, Mr. Verlice," the boy interrupted, the tears now streaming down his cheeks. "Sorry doesn't make up for the pain she had to endure, and the pain she is still enduring." He paused, the anguish and anger evident in his trembling voice. "Sorry doesn't soothe this hotness in my chest, sorry doesn't make up for the lost years, the years we suffered on the streets." He shook his head, his gaze piercing through me. "Mr. Verlice, sorry is never enough to fix everything, and neither is your money."

I would rather drop dead than let him see me at his mercy. I had already been slammed with one bad news after another today. This from him? Just another wound to carry. I’m strong. I won’t crumble. Not for him. Not for anyone. I forced myself as I pushed down the storm raging inside me, and slowly lifted my gaze to stare at the two traitors standing before me. I smiled. A slow, terrifying smile that made even him confuse. “Good,” I said softly. “You’ve shown me your true face. Just remember this, Francis, when your world starts to fall apart… I’ll be there. Watching. Mocking. And Laughing!”

“Changing my face, it’s for revenge, right?” The elevator doors opened, and I stepped inside. “Jareth,” I pressed the close door button, “once you sign the agreement, it’s all settled.” As the doors closed, I saw him kneeling on the ground, clutching the pen, crying at the empty doorway. Like a child who had their candy stolen. But who remembers, it was he who threw my candy on the ground and stepped on it. The elevator descended, and sunlight squeezed through the gaps in the glass, falling on the scar on my wrist.

“You gave him the dignity to choose his ending. Most would have ended his life without a second thought. That is the strength that comes from staying soft despite hardship. Something only, you could have done. Well done, liberty. You are free” The words you are free danced around in my head. I could have a life and so could my people. I really had done it. FUTURE I fall down, unable to move I am laughing so hard. I was filled with so much joy. “It’s not funny beautiful. I could have died” Justen states laughing along with me. He was soaked. “I don’t know why you thought you could swing across the river” I say laughing.

She hit her knees in front of the graves of her twins and Jonathan which were just in front of Romero’s and Baudouin’s graves. “Forgive me…that I live and you are gone…there’s a grief that can’t be spoken..there’s a pain goes on and on….” She spoke the words of the song from Les Mis. Tears streamed down her face and she drew out the silver blade from her dress pocket. “I can’t do this anymore…”