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His Patria

It wasn't supposed to be like this. We weren't supposed to be left alone to fight - abandoned by the people we were fighting desperately hard to save. We all knew that we were going to die, but we had hoped that somehow God would manage to spare him.

But He didn't.

I know that it's wrong to blame God. He didn't shoot Enjolras. That was the work of the National Guard.

I stood there, helpless, as I watched Enjolras fall. It killed me. I remember running to him, and pulling him into my arms, begging him not to die. I knew that there was nothing I could do. Joly was dead, I had only basic knowledge of medicine, and I had no idea where the medical supplies were.

"Aimée," Enjolras whispered. "I...I want you to run now...be-before you...you get shot."

"No," I declared, clutching him tighter. "No, Enjolras. I'm not leaving you. I'll stay with you until the end."

"No," he stated. "You...you have to go...now."

As I looked down into his brown eyes, my heart ached. My single regret filled my mind. Why hadn't I told him? Now, it was too late.

Almost.

I still had one chance. One chance to tell the man who had stolen my heart just how much he meant to me.

I said to him, "Enjolras, I can't run because..." I wiped away the tears that flooded down my face, and finished, "Because I love you."

I don't know what I expected, but I know that never in a million years did I expect the response I got.

Enjolras smiled at me, even through his pain, and somehow managed to whisper, "Aimée, you were my Patria."

Then, he was gone. And although it killed me to leave him there, I obeyed him, and I ran.

I believe in Heaven. And although I'm not sure how religious Enjolras was, I cling to the hope that God let him go there. He only tried to help God's people.

But if Enjolras is in Heaven, maybe I'll get to see him again. The so-called "keepers of the peace" in Paris took him away from me, but maybe when I die, God will give him back to me.

But while I am still here, I intend to make a difference, whether it be slipping food scraps to helpless gamins, or building another barricade. Enjolras told me that I was his Patria, and I will continue to fight for him until my dying day.

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~OnMyOwn1832