Revolution

by Enjolrass

"about three things i was absolutely positive: first, patria was a country. second, there was a part of her - and i didn't know how dominant that part might be - that longed to be free from the oppressive monarchy. and third, i was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her." Modern AU. Enjolras/Patria.

Dying wasn't something I'd planned on when I came to Paris for the first time.

I'd thought about death. I'd thought about dying for something heroic, for something I believed in. I'd hoped I'd die of old age. But that was before I met her. Then I just wanted to live forever.

She would.

But death is something inevitable when you're human. Something I'd at least given some amount of thought to.

But I never imagined death like this.

I could see the wicked smirk on his face from across the street, his teeth gleaming in the darkness, giving him away. As if that did him any harm- if anything, it set my heart pounding, the blood rushing completely from my face. He was lethal, she had warned me. But it wasn't as if I would let him get to her.

There was something silver in his hand, something I couldn't quite make out until he finally advanced and I caught the tip of his knife gleaming in what little light the moon offered.

"Say goodbye, pretty boy."

"Enjolras!"