The Afterlife
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Rating: T
Pairing: Eponine/ Enjolras
Summary: The barricade has fallen but the ghosts have remained. Two ghosts find each other again.
A/N: Story links in with my other stories: "Drink With Me" and "By Your Side" You don't necessarily have to read them but it would be nice if you did.
The world was silent. He stood in the middle of the street. He was alone. How? He should be surrounded by the National Guard. He was not. He was very much alone. The silence was soon filled with the sounds of whispers. He could not see anyone. There were no bodies which belonged to the whispers. Enjolras finally got his bearings. He was standing outside the Café Musain. He guessed it. He knew. He was dead.
Where was everybody? Gavroche. He was the first to die. Shouldn't he be here? "Gavroche?" He called out. The whispers stopped.
"Hello Enjolras." A sweet and soft voice spoke from behind him.
"'Ponine." He smiled and spun around to face her. He took in her appearance. She was no longer in her boy's disguise but her usual skirt and shirt with the large belt. "'Ponine." He slowly stepped towards her and reached out. He held her hand. Holding her hand like he had when they were shot by the National Guard. Looking down at the joined hands, he could see that he was still wearing his red jacket but it was clean. No dirt. No blood and no rips in the coat. "You're here."
"I'm here." She reached out and held his other hand.
"Is this heaven?" He asked, stepping close to her and pressing his forehead against her own.
She smiled and ran her thumbs over the back of his hand. "Not yet. This is purgatory." She spoke softly. "I've been waiting for you." Eponine stepped back and pulled him towards the entrance to the Cafe Musain. "Come with me."
"Eponine? Where are we going?" He allowed her to pull up towards the oh-so-familiar building.
She stopped walking and kissed him softly. "Home."
He kissed her back and ran his fingers through her long dark hair. He sighed against her lips when she ran her own fingers through his blonde curls. He was home with her. "'Ponine." He smiled and ran his fingers through her hair again. "Let's go."
She laughed softly and held his hands again, pulling him through the door into the familiar place. But it was filled with white light and he was home. They were both home. Together in heaven.
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