Authors note: I thought up this story a while ago, but never actually wrote it down until recently. I was listening to Empty Chairs at Empty Tables when I came up with this plotline, I promise- i'll write a lighter fic soon ;)

Bandage wrapped around his arm, black mourning band on the other- Marius Pontmercy walked out of his carriage. Cosette stood by his side and embraced him, Marius fought against the tears. They walked to a large field, several of the amis were already buried- it was the last funeral today- Enjolras'.

Marius took comfort in the fact that Enjolras' soul was with the Lord. Enjolras had entered the pearly white gates of paradise, and was now experiencing complete freedom and joy. It still pained Marius deeply that Enjolras had died for what seemed like nothing at all.

The church was at the other side of the field, Cosette opened the door for Marius. Flowers were everywhere, Enjolras' parents came- although it was weeks after the fighting. The casket was in the front, Marius nervously walked up to it. Putting his hand on the fine wood, Marius looked at Enjolras' peaceful face. what was it for? thought Marius;

You promised the people would rise, they did not.
The people live in fear. Enjolras, why?
You had your whole life ahead of you...

Marius then stopped as this thought entered his mind

out of love?

After all the amis used to tease how pathetic Marius' love was towards Cosette, but in a way- Enjolras died for love.

Love not for one person
but for the future
for Patria
for a brighter tomorrow
for the people to have a voice
to be represented in the government

Marius backed away as the coffin was nailed shut.

Enjolras, we may not have seen eye to eye- but we had one thing in common.
We both would fight for what we love. Enjolras gave his life for the cause of love.
One of the strongest and most powerful ideas on earth.

Marius helped carry the coffin out to the graveyard, his eyes watered as it was lowered into the ground.

As different as Marius and Enjolras were, they had something in common- their passion for others. In Marius' case it was Cosette, in Enjolras' case it was Patria and the future. The gravesite emptied out, Marius looked at the headstone and remembered his friends, and their sacrifice- although their revolution failed was out of love.