A/N: I got this idea as I was laying in bed one night so lets see how it goes! If you like, Review please! :) constructive criticism is more than welcome!
I do not own Les Mis sadly...
He walked alone so many nights. Sometimes he needed to clear his head, others, he simply sought the peace that came with being by himself.
On the first night that he saw her, she was dressed like one of the princesses from his fairytales. Her big ball gown swept along the pavement as she moved towards him. Her dark curls cascaded down her back and her chocolatey eyes were wide and carried a certain sparkle in them.
The second time, she was dressed as one of the gamin of the streets. He realized that she was beautiful, far more beautiful than any other girl he knew, without trying. Her dimples showed when she smiled at him. He found comfort in her prescence.
Every night after that, she would appear. For hours, they would walk side by side in silence, simply enjoying each other's being. On rare occasions, she would sing to him. Her voice had a magic to it that captured his senses and made him lose his thoughts. If it were possible, he would have listened to the girl sing forever.
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Combefferre entered the flat he shared with Grantaire slowly. The other man was still awake.
"Where have you been?" Grantaire asked. Combefferre shook his head. How many times had he tried to explain to his friend about the girl? Grantaire would always insist that he had imagined her. He knew different though. He knew the girl was real and that as sure as night and day, he would find her. One day.
"Come friend. You need your sleep," Grantaire said leading Combefferre to his room. "We have a meeting tomorrow morning."
The next day, Combefferre was rudely awoken by a loud rapping on the door. Grumbling, he got up to answer it only to find Courfeyrac waiting anxiously on him to change.
"You know how Enjolras is, he might have a conniption if we are late," he explained softly. Combefferre nodded and the two walked out a few moments later. He longed to tell his other friend about the girl but it was likely that he would think him just as crazy as Grantaire did.
The whole of Les Amis were chatting animatedly inside the small cafe where they had their meetings. Everyone was there, even Eponine who didn't always come. Sitting beside her was a rather familiar looking girl. She caught his eye and realization hit him like a train. His grl was real. And she sat right in front of him.