Enjolras POV
The rain had begun to saunter to a drizzle as they brought Eponine's cold body into the tavern. Maruis sat there still in grief as Gavroche climbed over
the rubble of the barricade to comfort him; Eponine was laid in the corner of the room with the rest of the fallen. Her face was so gentle and calm she
seemed so at ease, she was beautiful at that very moment, even in crusted, tarnished trousers and a torn jacket. The saddest part was she was never to
wake again, too afraid to walk over and approach her while she slept; I stood in the corner and gazed at her longingly. I took a seat in the nearest chair and
watched her as she laid at rest…
I let out a soft sigh as I look into her pale complexion, I couldn't help but let out a small laugh, there she laid with a smile across her face, at rest.
"Come on Eponine, I am the one who was supposed to die for you. It's what I do it's why I am here, I am fighting for the life you have and who you are, and
it saddens me so to know you won't be able to see it. Funny how things work huh Eponine? How the world turns, it is strange how life works and how it has
brought me to this very moment…this quiet moment. My life has rushed into this great fight for freedom and I had forgotten who I was really fighting for, for
people like you…or myself. But the world has brought me to this moment this silent moment when the world has paused; it brought me to this moment with
you. It made me realize that people like you are my France, you are my freedom and I see that now 'Ponine I see it and now I know I wish I knew only a bit
sooner. 'Ponine if I die in this battle remember this moment; let me know I had something…someone worth fighting for. Then I know my death was worthy of
such precious life as yours…" Staring at her peaceful face I noticed I had walked over to her throughout my speech, as I was sitting by her side holding her
delicate hand. She was silent and the moonlight shone on her gracefully and I couldn't help but watch as moon turned blurry and something wet fell upon her
hair. I leaned down and my lips touched her soft head, I gently laid her back down, then stood and walked swiftly back to my chair…
Hours passed as the rest of my brothers began to fall adrift into sleep, still sitting in my chair I watched as the young men I have become so close
with drift into what might be their last nights. I can't help but sigh and think of everything I have gone through to free my people, to free my beloved France.
But we are the last of the barricades and we are losing hope, brothers have fallen families of our enemies have lost loved ones, grief has stricken the core of
our hearts but we still sit here, how foolish was I to think…I am reaching but I fall, and the stars are black and cold. As I stare into the void of a world that
cannot hold, maybe our freedom was never meant to be, not in this very moment but maybe one day hope will come…and my Patria will be free.