The Decade
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Victor Hugo does. And he's not alive at the current moment so he can't really sign over the rights to Les Mis or anything.
They haven't seen each other since that fateful summer, the summer that they both graduated high school. They had been best friends. The absolutely, positutely, best of friends! Cross your heart, cross your eyes, and cross your fingers because, baby, whether they believe it or not, we're forever! She doesn't really remember what happened. She remembers crossing some invisible line.
They both did.
She regrets it, she regrets every single thing they did that night, because although she doesn't really remember, she's sure he does because he up and disappeared on her the next day.
Forever.
It's ten years before they see each other again. Well, before she sees him.
He looks...
Perfect.
And she?
Ragged. Haggard. Like she hasn't slept in a week (because she's really been too busy for sleep, it is a luxury that she really can't afford). Please, Hun, I always look perfect, I mean come on. I'm b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l! What does that spell? Beautiful! But of course, you knew that you smart cookie. Now come here so I can pinch your cheek!
In those ten years she has written him a million and one letters.
And never sent any of them.
Dear Enjolras,
I miss you.
Dear Enjolras,
You're still my best friend.
Forever, is for forever, right?
Dear Enjolras,
It's been three years since we've last seen each other. Do you still think of me? I still think of you.
Every day.
Dear Enjolras,
I ran into Marius the other day. He's still as clueless as he's always been. I wonder if you still speak with him.
I missed you so much today it hurt.
Dear Enjolras,
How are you today?
Dear Enjolras,
I still turn around, when I want to share something with you. When I think something is the kind of humor you'd appreciate. Or when I hear something witty, something statistic maybe, that you would want to know, that you would appreciate.
But you're never there.
And it's not even your fault.
It's mine.
Dear Enjolras,
I almost called you today.
But I didn't.
Dear Enjolras,
Hi.
Dear Enjolras,
Today I realized that I was just a little bit in love with you.
She had long letters and short ones. Ones filled with happy memories and others with sad. She had written him at least once every day but usually she would write to him multiple times. For the rest of our lives. Whenever she had something to share.
She turns away and melts back into the crowd before he can even look her way. He has his arm wrapped around a girl with pretty blonde hair, it looks as if it is made from the sun's rays. It's as blonde as his is.
And she can't help but think that they look perfect together.
Nothing will ever separate us, 'Ponine, I promise. Best friends forever. And ever.
A/N: Omg guys, I have no idea where this came from. Apparently I needed to spew some Enjonine feels. I'm sorry this is so depressing but I swear I didn't intend for it to be in this fandom! Ahhh! I don't know what to do, I've never written a fanfic outside the Naruto-verse before. I'm a little scared, honestly. Let me know of any grammatical errors? I'm terrible at proofreading, I just want to start adding more.
Oh, and I don't know if this was clear but, the italics is Eponine speaking to Enjolras, except for the very end where it's Enjolras speaking to Eponine.
I've decided to make this a mutli-chapter!
Please drop a review so I know how this is?
Thanks for taking the time and reading!