A/N: I was in the mood and was listening to a bunch of Andrew Lloyd Webber when I decided to write this one-shot based on the song Love Never Dies. Hope ya like!
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Who knows when love begins? Who knows what makes it start?
She knew precisely when it started. He was standing atop a table at one of the meetings of the Amis. Usually when she came, she paid him no mind, but today his passionate words hit home with her. She looked up in surprise to see his ocean blue eyes and the fire that danced around in them staring at her. The girl with the walls could not help but drop them in an instant.
One day it's simply there, alive inside your heart. It slips into your thoughts, it infiltrates your soul. It takes you by surprise and seizes full control.
She had thought of little else since that day. He had an effect on her that no other person had ever had. He was so different, so serious. It became almost a game to find a way to make him smile. Her heart needed it. She had started to mend her brokenness in befriending this boy.
Try to deny it, try to protest. But love won't let you go, once you've been possessed.
She could not be in love with the marble man, it wasn't possible. After all, they were only friends. Yet despite her best efforts, she couldn't help but fall for the Apollo standing right in front of her. If she could have chosen anyone else to be in love with, she would have. Flirty Courfeyrac, studious Combeferre, even drunk Grantaire. But no, it was fearless Enjolras who sealed the cracks that years of being unloved had created. The coming revolution scared her though. This boy, this man, the one who had loved her could be lost in a minute. She could not lose him.
The day of new freedom appeared out of nowhere. As he stood on the barricade looking just as he had that first night, he flashed her a rare smile and she sighed in relief.
Love never dies.