The fifth of June

[jehan_prouvaire]

Today, over a century ago, I couldn't stop shaking. I couldn't tell if it was night or day, or cold, or unbearably warm; I do remember, I clutched my musket to my chest, and wandered a little ways down the barricaded street, and threw up horribly

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[capital_r]

...*hugs*

Happy Deathday, I suppose, petit.

[jehan_prouvaire]

*hugs back and sniffles*

Thank you very much. :)

[jehan_prouvaire]

*hugs back* But if only something more than that... I didn't do a thing..

*smiles* I love you.

[red_waistcoat]

Brave Jehan. How I wish you wouldn't have had to die alone like that.

[jehan_prouvaire]

*smiles* Hardly brave... Thank you, Bahorel. I wish we all could've lived at least one day more.

[tartanineffable]

This may not do much to help, this may do a lot to make you feel worse.

Everyone must die someday. Even the world has a day of death planned - though we, or, rather, Adam, averted it once, it will come again. And next time, who knows? Everyone must die. Everything comes to an end.

(Perhaps even angels.)

Humanity is an especially brief thing.

But a life is a life - one lifetime long, no matter how it measures in years, or months, or seconds. Everyone is given the same amount of time - one lifetime - to use as they will.

Your life, your friends' lives, were not wasted, little poet, and your deaths not meaningless.

Dieu, ou le ciel, ou les rêves des fleurs, vous bénissent.

[jehan_prouvaire]

Thank you. It does help. It helps...and it is a realistic, but lovely thought. We are all offered a second chance.

Thank you again. Truly. :) For everything.