Enjolras was tired, to say the very least. He had been attempting to write his speech for the next afternoon for at least 3 hours, but with Courfeyrac and Grantiare screaming at each other over Call Of Duty, it was almost impossible.
Finally he had lost his patience and he stood up abruptly and stormed out of the apartment. He wasn't sure where he was going, all he knew was his head was pounding and he needed to escape.
He found himself in front of the Cafe Musian awhile later and couldn't resist stopping in. Musichetta, Joly's loud red-headed girlfriend, was the only one inside. "Hey, Enjolras" she grinned. "A coffee, black?" he asked. "On the house." she responded, and he wanted to protest but realized he had brought no money any way. Musichetta brought him the drink.
He flashed Musichetta a smile and turned to leave, but was stopped by her coming through the door. Her dark auburn hair was dripping with raindrops, her eyes swollen and bloodshot as if she has been crying for hours. Which he figured, she had been. She looked up at him for a split second, before turning to Musichetta. "Can I-" a sob ripped through her and she began crying again.
Enjolras had never been good with women, let alone emotional women. He stood there staring at her, and the only thought that ran through his head was how beautiful she was, even sobbing.
Musichetta grabbed her shoulders and pushed her over to the piano in the corner of the cafe. She sat down on the piano bench and pulled off her soaking jacket. She carefully laid her fingers on the keys and began to play.
"I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?"
Enjolras nearly gasped aloud. Her voice was electrifying, he couldn't bring himself to walk out now. And so he stood there, watching her.
"It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah.
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
"Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah"
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
She had begun to cry again, her tears hit the piano keys steadily. He could see the pain, the sadness and the bitterness pour out of her as she sang.
"Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah"
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
"There was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah"
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
"Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who has seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah"
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
"You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well, really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah"
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
"I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah"
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
She looked down at the keys for a few minutes after she finished, as if trying to pour all her pain into those keys. She looked up at him, her brown eyes meeting his blue. She stared at him and he stared right back. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, afraid she might disappear as quickly as she had come.
"You're a magnificent singer." he said quietly. She nodded. "Thank you."
It was quiet for a few moments, until she spoke again. "Do you know how to play?" He nodded. She moved over on the piano bench, and he took that as his que to join her. He sat down, careful not to get too close. "Requests?"
She shook her head. "Something meaningful." He played the opening keys to Maybe I'm Amazed and she began to sing.
He lost count of how many songs he played, watching her as she sang her heart out. He noticed the scar above her eyebrow, he noticed how she smiled when she her favorite lyric of the song. He noticed how her hair began to curl as it dried, he noticed how she barely batted an eye when he put his hand on top of hers.
When they got tired of playing they talked, for hours and hours. Not about why she had been crying, but about her siblings and his friends and her favorite foods and his love of the color red. For the first time in a long time, they both felt when they awoke the next day, they would be okay.
I hope I didn't make Enjolras too OCC, but it's a habit of mine. I wrote this as a one shot but I could definitely continue it, should I? Review and let me know! Thanks for reading and PLEASE REVIEW! xoxo, Izzy
