Enjolras wandered through the cobbled street after the voice that beckoned him from his slumber. There was no one about, and he thought it strange. The pavements were shining like silver and the sky was a deep violet. "Enjolras…" The voice crooned. Enjolras turned suddenly and was face to face with her. Then he knew that he was dreaming. The girl before him was dead. This could not be happening. Enjolras broke down onto the dusty street and wept. The girl tried to comfort him but he found no solace in her, not now she was gone. The street dissolved around him into bejewelled butterflies and he felt the sensation of falling, deep into darkness.
Enjolras awoke with a jolt. There was a knocking at the door. He wiped his eyes and lurched towards it. He looked through the small gap between the door and the frame and let out a sharp gasp. He fell to his knees and buried his face in his hands.
I am dreaming again. I am dreaming again.
"Please. Let me in." The voice from the other side called, "I'm sorry. Let me explain everything." Enjolras pulled himself together, stood and opened the door. He looked straight into the eyes of the girl who haunted his dreams.
"Annabella," he whispered. The girl before him was slight and only her dark skin and full black hair hinted at her Italian heritage. She seemed to float towards him. Marius followed in after her. "Come now Enjolras, you need to sleep," he coaxed. Annabella helped him to his bed and sat beside him, "Sleep love, I'll explain in the morning," she whispered. Enjolras held onto her hand as he drifted off. Marius sighed and slowly made his way out of the room, closing and locking the door behind him.