Emerald Eyes
It turns out then when I can't sleep I write... I didn't know this until one day I picked up a notebook and found this story. Its not my best but I like it so here we go. If any of the characters are way to OOC please let me know so I can sort it. I did try to stick to the originals but its hard when you put them in different situations.
Enjolras lent back in his chair, for the last few hours he had been working. He had heard Grantaire drunkenly bumble in and collapse on the tatted sofa. He was obviously so drunk that he had forgotten the way to his own house. Enjolras looked over to him but instead of seeing Grantaire's large figure he saw a thin girl. The illusion lasted until Combeferre's voice brought him back and the figure faded back to Grantaires. Combeferre had arrived a few moments earlier and been watching his friend for a few minutes before he spoke.
"It's been a year. You have to move on. It's not healthy."
"I have" was the only reply he got from his stubborn friend.
"So that's why you were staring at Grantaire like a love-struck puppy then?"
"I loved her, we where engaged."
"Secretly. Who else knows but the three of us in here? I don't mean her family but does Bossuet know? Feuilly?"
"It was a need to know basis."
"It was an engagement, not a crime."
"Yes and looked what happened when her family found out. I lost her."
"Enjolas…" Combeferre started, realizing that he had pushed his friend to far.
"No. I still love her. I've lost the only girl I'll ever truly love. I remember her bad qualities too but they just make me love her more."
"I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again. We should go."
With that the two men left, leaving Grantaire snoring on the sofa.