I blame sleep deprivation and 16th century theologico-political theories overdose.
DAMNED/BLESSED
CHAPTER ONE : DAMNED
Damn Courfeyrac for falling in love. Why? He was supposed to be that irresponsible one-night-stand guy, not the one who moves-in-marries-and-has-children, or whatever his plans were now.
Damn Combeferre for being so nice. He was right, Éponine's old flat was a slum but did he need to offer Courfeyrac's old room? Although, if he had to be honest, she was much cleaner than him; one point for gender stereotypes!
Damn Éponine for… For so many things in fact.
For loving strong coffee as much as he did but always leaving a cup for him when she had to get up early for her crappy student job.
For singing, with that melodious and weirdly soothing voice, when she was cooking for the three of them.
And worst of all, for keeping her bedroom door systematically open when she was working, allowing him to see her from their living room couch, as she was sitting on her bed, in her pyjamas, her hair still damp from her shower and curling in the wildest way, scribbling frantically, taking notes for that essay she had been working on for weeks.
Damn her frown. Damn her glasses settled on the tip of her nose, on the verge of falling.
Damn him for not being able to focus on his book and reading the same sentence for the fourth time.
Damn him for falling in love!