Hello my fanfiction friends! So I've been reading fanfics for a couple of months now and I've been dying to write one but I never found the courage to post something. A few days ago, Une Amie Plus, who is my friend, posted this same story and later deleted it. She's currently very busy and can't write three fanfics at the same time so she gave this one to me. From the second chapter (which will be posted later today), everything's going to be written by me based on her original idea but altered by my thoughts. I really hope you like it! R&R please :)

"This is unacceptable," Jean Valjean said severely to his eldest son and his only daughter.

"Loving a Pontmercy-Gillenormand? Loving the only people I've told you not to relate with?" Jean Valjean continued ranting, making his daughter, Cosette, blush and stare directly at her feet while his eldest son, Enjolras, shot him an icy, rancorous glare.

"Both of you are leaving right away. Cosette, you'll continue your studies of natural science in Canada and you, Enjolras, you're going to Brussels, away from the girl and also away from your cause. Your mother and I have already decided this and there won't be any further discussion. Now leave…and please tell your brothers that the next time I catch them eavesdropping they're going to suffer the consequences," Valjean said without even looking at the door, just as Joly, Courfeyrac and Combeferre fell into the room.

"I can't believe you're actually doing this to us. What a hypocrital decision for you, Jean Valjean, the rich son of entrepreneurs who fought to marry the humble Fantine. We grew up with the concept of fighting for love, of engaging in important causes for both society and ourselves. Now you're taking away the only things that keep my life moving forward. Bravo! Great example," Enjoras fought as his foster brothers tried to push him out of the room to avoid a commotion.

"Enough said, Enjolras Jean Valjean, you're making me sick with your comments. My family accepted Fantine although we weren't from the same social class...but this is something that surpasses any sort of logic. The Pontmercys and the Gillenormands have been enemies of our family even before I was born, it's something that I can't just leave behind. A Valjean cannot come near a Pontmercy or a Gillenormand or the cursed breed that came from the union of those two families, " Valjean said in an obscure tone of voice.

Cosette stood up from her seat without looking at her father. With a simple glance she convinced Enjolras to leave their father's bureau. Joly, Combeferre and Courfeyrac followed them in silence and then tried their best to comfort their sister, who was crying disconsolately.

"Completely unacceptable," Monsieur Gillenormand, at the other side of the city, echoed disdainfully to his grandson and granddaughter, who didn't flinch.

"But grandfather we didn't..." Marius tried to interrupt.

"This is enough! I didn't say a word when you, Éponine, decided to study arts, which I consider a waste of time. I didn't question Marius' decision to study law at that public university. I didn't criticize when you presented to me that group of bohemian drunkards you call friends. But knowing you're sneaking out to meet those despicable Valjean…that's unacceptable!" Monsieur Gillenormand roared.

"Grandpapa, you're the man I admire the most. Are you going to punish us for loving the people you consider wrong for us?" Éponine asked shyly.

"Loving? Are you really bringing up love in this argument? Éponine Marie Pontmercy…you're twenty, you know nothing of love! Besides…there is a good gentleman, of whom I approve, courting you already and he's very hurt by your actions," Gillenormand retorted as Éponine lowered her gaze in defeat.

"I won't accept Montparnasse Thénardier courting my sister like we were still in the XVIII century, claiming her as 'his' as though she was an object and taking liberties with her conversationally. I hate him and she won't ever be half as happy as she is with Enjolras," Marius hissed as he squeezed his sister's hand

"I don't know what I'm going to do with both of you…but I swear by my name that you're going to regret any plan you had with those Valjean," Monsieur Gillenormand said without even paying attention to Marius' words, "and please, tell Azelma and Gavroche to stop crying, it's not like I'm going to murder you."

"Our parents would've supported us in our decisions..." Éponine mumbled to herself, making her grandfather stand up violently, his face red with fury.

"Your parents knew who the Valjean were and not even they, with their lack of rules and disordered lives, would've helped you with this, Éponine. Now, I want you to leave. I need to meditate and find a solution," Monsiuer Gillenormand said while caressing his temples.

A few hours later, there was a heavy silence at the Gillenormand household as the eldest siblings waited for their grandfather's decision. Éponine received a note from the hands of Louise, the cook.

After seeing the handwriting, Éponine's heart rushed as though it was going to tear her chest apart. She opened the letter immediately.

'Ponine,

I really hope this letter finds you in a better shape than the one I'm currently in. My father has decided to "banish" me to Brussels and they're sending Cosette to Canada. They took my cellphone and laptop so I cannot contact you by more conventional means. Call me outdated (like, by the way, you've done so many times) but the idea of writing a letter to you thrills me. I'm sorry it has to be under these circumstances.

I know we'll meet again 'Ponine, maybe in two months, maybe in a year or maybe when we're both twenty-eight years old. We'll meet again and we'll love each other even more than now, because our love will expand and grow. That same day, we'll make love and maybe we'll get married…or tattooed. If we choose the first option, we'll live together forever because it means that our love is stronger than our family's quarrel and that you'll change the world with me. If we choose the second one, we'll move on separately, with each other's name eternally written in our skins as a remembrance of what could've been.

Until then wait for me.

-Enjolras.

Éponine ran to her brother's room; he needed to know where the Valjeans were taking Cosette.