Truth [An Aaron Tveit Fanfiction]

Twelve: Butterflies

“You can sing that high, can’t you?” I lowered an eyebrow at him and gave him an irritated look before snapping back to myself. He laughed. “So, I take that as a yes.”

“You may go, Marius.” I curtseyed and backed away. “We’ll just have to do it without an Eponine . . .”

“We’ll be okay.” Aaron nodded and smiled and his eyes grew bright as he looked at me. “Cosette.” He took my hand and kissed it; acting mode officially on.

“A heart full of love

A heart full of song

I'm doing everything all wrong

Oh God, for shame

I do not even know your name

Dear Mad'moiselle

Won't you say?

Will you tell?”

I stepped closer to him as we portrayed the scene in the garden.

“A heart full of love

No fear, no regret”

“My name is Marius Pontmercy”

“And mine's Cosette”

 

My voice felt so high . . . so natural for such a piece. Why did the love songs always have to go to the sopranos . . . the broken-hearted songs to the altos; I thought of poor Eponine who was absent in our singing.

“Cosette, I don't know what to say”

“Then make no sound”

“I am lost”

“I am found!”

We stood inches apart; as if it were the fence that separated us and not four inches of air and our imaginations.

 “A heart full of love”

“A heart full of you”

 “A single look and then I knew.”

 “I knew it too.”

“From today...”

“Every day”

Our voices blended; the tenor and the soprano, into a sound that I couldn’t believe was coming from us both . . .

“For it isn't a dream

Not a dream