"Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." John 15:13
"Gavroche! Gavroche what are you doing?!" Courfeyrac threw himself forward, attempting to climb over the top of the barricade. He felt his friends hands gripping his arms, pressing on his chest, forcing him backwards. He attempted to see the young boy once more over the top of the barricade before turning and quickly descending down the barricade, making an attempt to go around. "Gavroche come back! Come back!" He heard a gunshot, which gave him a whole new adrenaline rush, allowing him to free his arms from his friends' grips. He sprinted, running as fast as he could around the barricade, but was stopped again by Enjolras' arms around his body, and immediately after felt himself being brought to the ground by another of his friends' weight forcing him down. Then he heard another gunshot. And another.
"Gavroche." The word was half-whispered, half-sobbed. He used all the strength he had left to push himself up, allowing his friends to assist him in standing. As soon as he had his balance, he quickly made his way towards the front of the barricade, where his young friend had gone. He trotted over to where the little boy lay and knelt down next to the unmoving body. Softly crying, he carefully picked the boy up and trotted back to safety, gently setting him on the ground.
Courfeyrac gently brushed some of Gavroche's matted blonde hair out of his face, letting out another sob.
The Chief, the Guide, and the Centre stood in the upper level of the café, clinging to one another, waiting in horrified silence. They waited for their turn, they knew it was coming. The national guard was coming for them. Combeferre looked at Enjolras affectionately, gently brushing some hair away from his bright blue eyes. "It'll be okay, it's gonna be over fast."
Enjolras nodded stiffly, locking his eyes on Combeferre's. "Will it hurt?"
Combeferre opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off by another question from Courfeyrac. "Why did you make me wait?"
Enjolras turned his attention to the dark-haired boy, cocking his head. "What?"
"Why did you guys make me wait to die until now? Why couldn't you allow me to die with Gavroche like I wanted?"
Enjolras turned to Combeferre, desperation in his eyes.
Combeferre glanced from Enjolras to Courfeyrac, unsure of how to answer. "I'm sorry Courfeyrac."
The three boys held hands as they were shot down, Enjolras clutching his red flag.
The end.