Tester for a story that I might continue. Tell me what you think and if I should continue
"Do you have to go?" Pierre asked as Enjolras placed him in his bed.
Enjolras smiled at him, "Yes. Someone's got to stand up for France mon ange."
Pierre pouted. He was used to Enjolras going out and being left by himself in the house, but he always hated seeing him leave. He didn't even know where he was going. "When will you be back?"
Enjolras thought for a moment. "As soon as possible mon ange." he wasn't going to tell his five year old brother that he could possibly die tonight. He wouldn't do that to him. He didn't have the heart to tell him. What if he did die? What will happen to his little Angel? What if there were no survivors of the barricade? "Take care mon petit ange." Enjolras kissed his little one on the forehead. Pierre giggled and smiled.
"Love you daddy."
Enjolras cleared his throat. "I love you too mon ange." Pierre was the only person he'd ever said I love you to.
Pierre touched Enjolras' cheek. "Daddy, why are you crying?"
Enjolras held Pierre's little hand for the last time and smiled, "You'll understand when you're a little older. Get some rest ok." Pierre nodded and watched as his big brother loaded his gun. Enjolras slipped into his red jacket and left the house. If Pierre had known what a gun was, he'd probably have asked why Enjolras needed it. If Pierre knew where Enjolras was going, he'd probably have tried to stop him. If Pierre knew that Enjolras was going to get shot in the chest eight times, he'd probably have hugged onto him and never let go. If Pierre knew that he was never going to see Enjolras again, he probably would have followed him to the barricade.
But since Pierre was only five, he was oblivious to what fait lied ahead for his dear big brother.
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To be continued possibly
I just want to see if I wrote this story, would anyone read it. Tell me what you thought! Next chapter will be WAY longer. This is just a tester really