Happy barricade day, my lovelies! Let us have a moment of silence for the fact that they are gone, but the people are free.
Also, I don't own Les Mis or anything you recognize. Trust me, they wouldn't need a moment of silence if I did.
XXX
I stood atop the barricade, looking down at the front, littered with dead soldiers. We had lost one of our own as well-a girl, barely older than 18, who had come to protect marius. She had died for the fool.
Combeferre comes up next to me, looking worn and tired.
"Everything alright, mon ami?" he asks carefully. He knows when to be careful, and when to force the issue. Now is not the time for a scene.
"I keep trying to make this sacrifice be worth something, but…I can't."
He looks at me, though I am looking away, and I can feel the disbelief etched into his eyes. It's burning into my side. It hurts.
It all hurts.
"Combeferre…What if I can't do this anymore? We're all fighting for the people, and they haven't risen."
XXX
I go out scouting the next morning, and around to the other barricades.
Upon my return, I deliver the fateful news.
"We're the only barricade left."
Gavroche-he's next. Why is it the ones who swore not to be here are the ones dying first?
The battle begins.
It ends with me, in the window of the top floor. Grantaire by my side, hand in hand.
Then, we are free.