The National Guardsmen were coming at them. Éponine could see Marius in front of a gun, Jean Prouvaire kneeling on the other side, Bahorel and Combeferre impaled, and Enjolras standing on top of the barricade. There was a cannon boom and everything exploded. Éponine was thrown back against the wall and saw a bright flash of light.
Éponine woke up in a strange bed. She groaned and looked around. She was wearing a simple black tank top and shorts. She sat up and frowned.
"I remember there were barricades
Huge barricades created on the streets
There were cannons all around, and on the barricade there was a flag
And with the flag there was a man"
Éponine got up and left the room, pulling on a robe. She walked down the hall and saw a door open. Looking inside showed an office, with papers tacked up everywhere and a desk with a laptop. There was a man there, typing. He had curly, golden hair that was beautiful. He was wearing simple pants, a white shirt, and a red vest.
"Who was that man on the barricade?
Who is that in the red vest?"
Éponine walked over to the man, remembering that his name was Enjolras. She petted his hair softly, and it was like stroking a feather. Smiling, she ran her fingers through his curls. She accidentally pulled too hard, and screamed when his hair fell off. He still had hair, but it was cut short and was much darker. Enjolras made an angry noise and jumped up.
"...Damn you
You little prying Pandora
You little demon
Is this what you wanted to see?
Curse you, you little lying Delilah
You little viper
Now you cannot ever be free
Damn you, curse you..."
Enjolras took a deep breath. Éponine backed out of the office, still clutching the wig. Enjolras followed her.
"Stranger than you dreamt it
Can you even dare to look, or bear to think of me?
This loathsome haircut
Hair burning in hell, but secretly yearns for those golden locks
Secretly, secretly...
Oh Éponine...
Disgust can turn to love
You'll learn to see, to find the man behind the hair
This repulsive haircut
Who seems a beast but secretly dreams of beauty?
Secretly, secretly...
Oh, Éponine..."
Éponine handed Enjolras back his wig, and he set it on his head, "Come, we must return, those Amis who run my meetings will be missing you."