She watched the wedding from high above. When she saw the joy on the young couples' faces, a soft, sad smile tugged on her lips.
These are words he'll never say, not to me, not for me.
Enjolras saw the young girl crouched and walked over. He sat down beside her but she didn't seem to notice. He cleared his throat.
"I forgot that Marius's wedding was today."
Eponine turned to him, her face shining. "I could never forget," she replied. She redirected her gaze to watch the happy ceremony. "Marius always said he wanted his wedding to be during the springtime."
Enjolras watched Eponine with curiosity. It was no secret that she had always fancied his friend, the only one blind enough not to see it was Marius himself. As he watched his best friend laugh and dance, Enjolras felt a sudden lump in his throat. He abruptly got up and stormed off.
"Enjolras?" He heard Eponine call in confusion behind him. He continued to walk nonetheless. "Enjolras!" Eponine yelled, refusing to be ignored. Enjolras felt her hand tug on his arm, but did not turn around. "Is something wrong?" She demanded. He didn't reply or even looked at her, he just looked down at his feet, one of his jaw muscles twitching almost imperceptibly. Eponine saw the twitch and sighed. "Well, why don't we take a walk?" She offered. Enjolras turned around to look at Eponine's youthful face and into her aged eyes in surprise, but then nodded. He needed to get away for a while. So wordlessly, they began their journey.