Disclaimer: I do not own Les Misérables

Had you been there tonight
You might know how it feels
To be struck to the bone
In a moment of breathless delight!
Had you been there tonight
You might also have known
How the world may be changed
In just one burst of light!
And what was right seemed wrong,
And what was wrong seemed right

Falling in love at a glance was an overused cliché, he believed, in books and plays. The idea of looking across a crowded area, having two pairs of eyes meet then either pull away swiftly or find it impossible to tear the gaze away from the other. The two lovers would think about each other all the time, never at peace up until they find each other again. He once believed this to happen in life, however the fiction has shattered the reality, and the idea is no more than a fantasy now. He never payed the idea much mind until that night once more, when Pontmercy came into the Musain with a dopey smile on his face. He talked of the most beautiful girl apparently, and could not get the stupid grin off his face. At first, he felt very happy for his friend, up until he uttered the words that made his entire opinion on the matter change.

"One minute there, and she was gone!"

His friend had fallen victim to the foolish daydream that is love at first sight. His immediate reaction was a scoff, as Grantaire started rambling on about the silliness of the situation. Something about Don Juan and the opera, but he was paying attention no longer. His thought were focused on how the boy did not seem to care at all about the freedom of France. The thoughts of liberté, égalité, fraternité had been replaced with the image of some blonde angel. The over exaggerated love the boy supposedly had for this girl replaced the love that he was supposed to hold for Patria.

And of course, when he tried to snap the boy out of his reverie he was instead given a rant about how he would never understand up until he experienced it himself. How the world may be changed in just one burst of light, Pontmercy had said, and he was convinced that true love at first sight was truly an illusion only present in stories. Marius would get rid of his mere infatuation soon enough, and all would be right with the world again.

Not so long after, the urchin Gavroche stormed into the café with an announcement.

"General Lamarque is dead." Although he knew he should be saddened at this thought, that the only man who spoke for those down below had died, those four words replaced themselves with another four. "The revolution shall begin."

Marius, too caught up with the idea of his love was distracted by another person climbing up the staircase. Was this his newfound love? he asked himself, and he looked over to them to see the face of Marius' shadow. He did not know her name, yet everybody called her that because wherever Marius was she would be quickly behind him.

"Did you find her?" The girl bobbed her head up and down, and based on the stories that Marius had told the fellow amis she looked the opposite of the girl who haunted his every thought. She wore rags, a gamine. She shifted her eyes uncomfortably and looked around and their eyes met. Blue met whatever color the girl's might be, as he could not distinguish it in the poor lighting of the café. He automatically assumed they were the color brown and almost immediately hers pulled away, focusing on that of Marius. She rushed down the stairs, Marius throwing him an apologetic glance and following her. Her face, more importantly her eyes, continued to haunt his thoughts

Snap out of it, Enjolras, he thought, there is a new world to be won.

It was then he realized that fiction ruined the concept of love at first sight, that was very much true. It was far more fantastic than it let on to be.

AN: I've been a huge fan of Les Miz ever since I watched the 25th Anniversary Concert Edition. I never really considered É/E up until watching the movie. Right after Red and Black, when Éponine came running up the staircase, after Marius asked if she had found Cosette, we see Enjolras sparing the two a glance. I immediately thought it was directed towards Éponine and not Marius, and got obsessed. Then, when Éponine died, there's a tiny shot of our favorite marble statue crying a singe tear. Then, my insane mind somehow formulated the idea that in the period of time between these two events, Enjolras had somehow (secretly) fallen in love with her.

Thus, this fic was born.

Hope you enjoyed it. Review, please?

-A