Marius ran down the stairs of the Café Musain and the whole of the Les Amis knew why he was moving so fast, there was a shadow moving on the street. Her green cloak was not something that Eponine could afford nor was the skittish way that she moved part of Eponine's nature , all the other women were in the tavern with the Les Amis so the only person they could deduce it to be was Cosette. Eponine came out from the toilets and all she saw was the back of Marius' coat tails sweep down the staircase and Enjolras sighed as he watched her shoulders hunch and she went to sit by the window.

Eponine stared out of the window and she saw Marius embrace Cosette and take her towards his house, she longed for him to stare at her that way, she longed to be the one that he was taking home, she longed for him to call her more than a friend.

Enjolras watched her and he felt a sickening thud fall to the bottom of his stomach, he knew that she would never stop loving Marius, he inwardly laughed at himself for he was supposed to be the marble man the one that no one could get too but the marble had cracked and the hammer that had cracked it could still not see the damage she had done. She could not see what was in front of her. Marius was an idiot. She was beautiful, there was no other word for it, the years of living on the streets had hardened her and that was Enjolras loved about her she was not another bourgeois to a penny thing; Eponine was special. Her intelligence spanned over many subjects and whatever was in Marius' books was nothing compared to the education you could receive when you are trying to avoid your father's gang's wandering hands.

He grabbed his beer and sat down to her, she didn't flinch once. "Are you ready?" Enjolras had a very abrupt manner and did not like to beat about the bush about things, well on most things. Eponine knew that he was talking about the revolution that Marius had insisted she stay clear away from but she was to deep in now , the Les Amis were her only family now and she would not abandon them. She slipped her fingers around the handle of the bottle of wine Grantaire had passed her before. "I am ready, I am ready to fight" Eponine never looked at Enjolras once; She could not bear to look at him and be patronized once again. Her eyes began to well up with tears and she refused to let them fall, Eponine Thénadier was not one for crying and she was not going to let The Marble Man see any bit of emotion leak through. "You should not fight but be prepared for us to die, be prepared for him to die, you should stay with the other women" Enjolras knew that he would be distraught if she were to die but if he was to die she would not care as long as Marius was fine. Enjolras' brow furrowed and his eyes darkened. Love was a mystery to The Marble Man and he did not like the way that it filled every part of him, the way that he yearned to hold her in his arms and kiss her forehead and tell her everything was going to be ok but she would never give up on her Marius. They all knew the risk that they were all about to face and Enjolras knew best the price they would have to pay for France's freedom. "I will stay with my family if that is ok sir" Eponine still refused to look at Enjolras so he placed his hand on her face and made her look at him.

He cupped her face and she did not move her eyes remained dead.

"I have known you now Eponine 3 years, the day Marius brought you to us you called me sir and I asked you to call me Enjolras, you have not called me Sir for 3 years now, do not take your anger out on me Miss Thénadier because I am not the one who broke you!" He dropped her face like it was on fire and he shrunk away from her, Eponine pushed her stool back and went to join the men downstairs. Enjolras put his head in his hands until he heard someone's footsteps coming back upstairs , he put his hand on his gun until he saw it was Eponine she ran across the room and kissed him on the forehead , " I'm sorry" she said mournfully , tonight she needed to be alone , she needed to be on her own