Flying Head First Into Fate
Chapter One: A is for Addicted
He's addicted to her scent, her look, her independence, her spite, her passion. He can see it in her eyes. He hates her addiction though. Her addiction to feel alive. It's why she won't leave Montparnasse, why she's addicted to heroin. He can tell. He's addicted to her and she wouldn't even know it.
Her eyes have lost their spark, they're always glazed over and dilated. She has dark circles around her eyes, her tiny figure is shrinking. She's so thin, she passes out daily. Her love to live is catching up on her and she's dying. She knows it. He knows it. He caught her on the ground one day shivering, throwing up. He takes her back to his place. She takes the bed and he the couch. It's like that for a week.
He comes back from his lectures on the fifth day she stayed. It was too quiet and empty. He walked around and she was gone. He walked into the bathroom. She was there. She laid in the tub. Gone. Eponine Thenardier was dead and Gabriel Enjolras was mourning. His addiction was gone.
A/N: I apologize if this is horrible and I know it's short but their drabbles. The next one will be longer, if you have requests for any letter, let me know. This is also posted on my tumblr, this is my first Les Mis fanfiction so please point out any flaws in characterization. Thanks for reading, leave me a review if you would like. -Ciara