Disclaimer: I do not own Les Misérables, I do own the lyrics to the song at the beginning.

We all have a dream, some are lost, some are mean. Some we share and some we lose. Some people just can not choose, who am I, who am I to think I'll be alright. Who am I to think I'm alright. I was foolish to love him, for he was never mine. I was foolish to think he loved me as well, for I was nothing more than dirt. Like I am now, lying motionless on the ground. No money, no worries. No food and no hurries. Nothing to keep me sane nothing to calm my mind. Who am I to think, who am I to breath, who am I to be, who am I to live. Adalynn sang softly to herself as she pulled her blood and dirt covered legs closer to herself.

She was starving yes, she was cold and tired and lonely. Her only companion was the book Enjolras gave her, Enjolras was the only thing motivating her to live. She has been living on the streets for almost a month now, spring was close to an end and soon the warm beautiful weather will come and bring her some joy.

After being evicted from her father's estate, Adalynn made her way to a pub owner where she asked to rent out a room above the pub. The owner reluctantly agreed but said Adalynn had to work at the bar to give the men some eye candy, so she had to dress somewhat revealing. She thanked the man, and made her way to her chamber above to unpack a few of her belongings. She kept her book and ink on a small dust covered window on the east wall. The room was small, about the size of her old closet. It was also dirty, the floors had rug of dust and bugs and Adalynn could hear rats scurrying about in the walls. Adalynn didn't mind it was better than being on the street, at least here she has some food to eat and some money left over from the job. Except Adalynn's seemingly okay life took a turn for the worst one night while working.

It started off like most nights, Adalynn got into her clothes and headed down to the bar to start setting up for later that night. The first part of the night was fine, many drunk men and a few tips here and there. That was until one man decided he wanted more from Adalynn who didn't particularly like this man's thoughts. He tried grabbing Adalynn, who in turn screamed while the perverts friends laughed and cheered him on. After much tugging and pulling Adalynn slapped the drunken man across the face. The man was stunned for a few moments before punching her to the ground. Adalynn lied in a heap on the ground sobbing from the pain as the pub owner came in to see the commotion. He noticed Adalynn on the ground, the drunken man explained that Adalynn slapped him out of no where, his drunken friends agreeing as one kicked the girl. Immediately Adalynn was kicked on the street in her uniform, a few coins and her belongings behind her. Rain was pouring down on Adalynn as she picked herself up her ribs hurting, a bit of blood running down her nose. She was now living on the streets like all the people she's tried helping in the past. She was alone, cold, afraid and hungry. No one could help her now, she was hopeless.

That was weeks ago, Adalynn has been barely surviving on the streets. The cold still runs deep in her veins and the pain fogs her mind. Her clothes were stained with blood from being kicked and punched to the side by other people. This life was hell, she now knew what the others had to endure while living on the street. Adalynn was barely awake as she laid on the ground, in the distance she heard a commotion. Adalynn pushed herself up grabbing her book which was now stained with water and dirt, the cover was ripped and the pages torn and crumpled. Adalynn shakily walked to the source of the commotion, and saw a rather large group of people who all seemed to be sporting red, white and blue pins which the wore on their shirts. They were shouting and singing and just being plain noisy. But that's when Adalynn looked up to the two men of the podium. Marius and Enjolras stood there in the flesh cheering and thrusting their fists in the air. Adalynn pushed her way to the front bumping into a few people along the way. The men gave her strange glances and some even starred due to the revealing clothes she was wearing. The men stopped their cheering and yells as Adalynn pushed herself up on stage, Marius and Enjolras now staring at her as well.

"Enjolras." Adalynn smiled on the verge of tears.

"Adalynn?" Enjolras asked confused.

"I have missed you so much Enjolras, my father he even wrote this horrible note saying you never even loved me." She cried.

"Adalynn, you told me to forget about you, why are you even here!" Enjolras said angrily.

"Adalynn! Are you alright, you're covered in blood?" Marius asked worriedly.

"I am fine, and Enjolras I never wrote those things. I was not allowed to write to anyone, you must believe me." Adalynn pleaded trying to get to Enjolras who was now being blocked by Marius.

"Then who did Adalynn? Who?" He questioned.

"My father, he did right before he disowned me." Adalynn stated solemnly.

"Alright you guys we must be off but meet back here tomorrow!" Marius shouted at the crowd, cheers rang out as the crowd dispersed.

"Your father disowned you?" Enjolras sadly asked as he approached Adalynn.

"Indeed he did, after I voiced my opinion about him and the king." She shyly replied.

"Well what did you say about the king?"Enjolras curiously asked.

"I said he was no better than the last, a totally idiot." She replied, Enjolras wrapped his arms tightly around Adalynn. Adalynn followed suit and returned the hug.

"I've missed you so much." Enjolras stated.

"As did I." Adalynn said as she buried her face into his chest.