"Love triangles are the worst thing ever", you tell yourself for the 828272 times. As if you could help it. You've been in love with Grantaire for years now, but all he sees is "the great leader". Yes, Enjolras. You've come to wanna punch this beautiful marble for the way he makes R suffer.
This night is not different from the other nights at the Café Musain. Enjolras left without paying attention to Grantaire who passed out from too much alcohol, trying to forget is unrequited love. And who's there at the end of the night to help him? Yourself of course!
You take him under his armpits to make him stand up and puts his arms around your shoulder. He's still conscious for once, good news.
You 're walking in the street very slowly, because he's heavy...but also because, without admiring it, these moments are the only one you can get close to him.
Finally, you reach his flat and lean him against the wall to find his keys. Doing this, your face comes very close to his and you froze. At that point, you have to bit your lips not to kiss his. He has such a gorgeous mouth, and you don't even care if he's drunk or not, you just want to taste it. You're already closer when he whispers "Enjolras..." Your heart seems to fall into your chest as you step back quickly.
The reminder is harsh, and you can feel your eyes filling with tears. You take Grantaire upstairs, and run away from his flat, not able to be close to him anymore.
"Tomorrow" you say to yourself "Tomorrow it will all be different...Right?"
