Gavroche climbed under the barricade and ran out into the street. "No Gavroche come back!" I whispered. He was collecting gun powder from the fallen soldiers. What am I going to tell Courfeyrac? I thought. "Hey 'Ferre, have you seen Gavroche?" asked Courfeyrac. "Uhh, no. Sorry Courf'." I couldn't tell Courfeyrac or he would share the same fate. "What are you looking a- Gavroche!" He yelled.
It was too late, he had already gotten a glimpse of Gavroche on the other side of the barricade. He leaped forward but I held him back. Bahorel, Lesgle, and Marius were begging Gavroche to come back into the safety of the barricade. He refused. One shot. Two shots. Three shots. Gavroche was gone. Enjolras grabbed a gun as I allowed Courfeyrac to go retrieve Gavroche's dead body. He sobbed over it for a few minutes until Jehan came to pick him up and carry his lifeless body into the Cafè Musain. I held Courfeyrac and whispered soothing words into his ear.
"It's okay Courf', everything is going to be okay." I said quietly. We sat against the barricade and I let Courfeyrac cry on my shoulder. "Why Combeferre, why?" Courfeyrac said through tears, "It's not fair, I would have traded places with him in seconds. It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair." He cryed himself to sleep that night. I just hugged him and we laid there until morning.