Enjolras watched her die in another man's arms. He wanted to tear her away from Marius' grasp, and hold her instead. He wished he told her he loved her. He wished things would be different. He wished she loved him instead.
The rain had poured endlessly, disguising the tears that fell from his eyes to look as if they were mere droplets of rain on his face. He could not show weakness when his weakness is her.
Eponine's eyes flickered towards him, their eyes meeting for just a brief moment. He felt his heart break and shatter into a million pieces. He wanted her to live.
I was the one who loved you, he thought. I was the one who saw you when no one else looked. I built this revolution for you. You are my cause. You are my revolution.
And you are the first to fall.
He saw the life slowly die in her eyes as she closed them one last time. And he just stood there and watched. Her lifeless body was carried inside, away from the rain.
Enjolras willed himself not to let his emotions get the better of him. But he felt anger and grief consuming his mind and body. He will not let her sacrifice be for nothing.
He will fight until his last breath. He will fight for the revolution. He will fight for her.
And perhaps, if fate will let it, he would see her again, in another life, in the underworld, He didn't care. As long as she will be there, he will gladly follow.