Grantaire let out a sigh. He hated his life, he hated himself, he hated everything. Everything except one man. The only light in his dark world, the glimmer of hope in his troubled life. Enjolras was the sun in Grantaire's universe, everything Grantaire did revolved around Enjolras. Grantaire loved Enjolras, and he was fully aware that Enjolras would never love him back. Every time he tried to show Enjolras that he was more than just a drunk, hopeless nobody, he ended up making a fool of himself. Enjolras never seemed to run out of second chances, thank god.
Grantaire looked around the room, scanning the sea of faces for Enjolras. There was no meeting today, but Grantaire was hoping he could find Enjolras here anyways. He took a sip of his drink, not wanting get wasted this early in the day. Grantaire heard the door open, and glanced up only long enough to see a young couple holding hands walk into the cafe. It took him all of ten seconds to realize who the couple was. He looked up again, and saw Enjolras hand in hand with another man, a man Grantaire had never seen before in his life.
Grantaire felt his heart stop. Everything he was living for seemed to crumble before his eyes. He felt a tear roll down his face. He quickly escaped the cafe, before Enjolras would see him. Once he was a safe distance from other people, he broke down. His legs grew weak, he fell down on his knees as he felt his soul crumbling into dust. He had no idea what to do with his life, what to do with himself. Was he to keep on living? Watching Enjolras live happily with someone else? Keeping his feelings inside because it's too late? Or maybe should just end it. He didn't do much anyways, usually just sitting in the corner and drinking until he fell asleep. Grantaire's head was spinning, his thoughts flying in all different directions. He tried to get up, and make it back to his apartment. He made it about four steps before collapsing by a bench, and falling asleep because he had nothing left to live for.
Grantaire woke up hours later, lost and confused as to where he was, or how he had gotten there. He looked around, the sunlight that was shining through the window almost blinded him.
"'Taire?" A soft, familiar voice welcomed him from his slumber. Grantaire looked around, to see Courfeyrac sitting next to Grantaire, on Courfeyrac's bed.
"What the hell is going on" Grantaire murmured, still dazed from the day before. The day was a blur, but he remembered Enjolras and the man quite clearly.
"I found you last night asleep on a bench, it looked like you had been sleeping there for hours," Courfeyrac explained. "Me and Jehan carried you here to my place, you've been out for a really long time!" Grantaire sat up a bit, now able to see his friend clearer. Courfeyrac was sitting on the end of the bed, his book sitting on his lap as if he had just stopped reading it.
"Yesterday...was rough," Grantaire mumbled, as he tried to pull himself up. "Did you happen to see who Enjolras was with?" Grantiare wanted to know so badly, even though he knew it would kill him.
Courfeyrac froze. "His name is Jean-Pierre," Courfeyrac answered, his tone of voice was flat. "Apparently they met about a week ago, I didn't even know they were...a thing until yesterday."
Grantaire felt his heart break all over again. He felt the tears in his eyes start to fall down his cheek. Courfeyrac rushed over to him, and held his friend closely.
"Grantaire," Courfeyrac started, "Were you..in love with Enjolras?" Grantaire looked up, and buried his face in Courfeyrac's shirt. He wept, staining Courfeyrac's shirt with his salty tears. After a few minutes, Grantaire pulled himself together enough to tell Courfeyrac everything. He opened himself up completely for the first time in his life.
Grantaire told Courfeyrac about how he had been in love with Enjolras since the day he first saw those two bright blue eyes, shimmering with passion. He told him about the times their hands would accidentally brush together, and he could feel his heart skip a beat. He told him about the lonely nights when he would drown himself in alcohol. He told him about the times when he would beat up the kids who teased Enjolras, but only when no one was looking. He told him about how he has never kissed anyone before, because he is saving his first kiss for Enjolras. He told him everything.
After Grantaire was done telling Courfeyrac about his feelings, the two boys held onto each other tight. Grantaire smiled, for a moment he forgot all about Enjolras and Pierre.