"You know I hate when you're doing this", a voice called from behind Grantaire's back.
"I didn't expect you to come", the young man answered and took another deep breath from his cigarette.
"I would not dare to miss any of your nights."
"Now don't get all sentimental", he took another breath and snipped the still glowing rest to the ground, "It doesn't fit you."
The head of dark curls turned up again, eyes to the front, watching the waves in the river.
It was full moon and so the water was practically sparkling at each motion. Although Grantaire enjoyed this kind of magical spectacle, he's always preferred the stars.
The moon, he thought, was way too unfaithful. One night it would be there and the next one it was away again.
The stars instead were always there. They'd know their place up in the skies, which the boy envied them of.
He didn't know anything about his origin or belonging. But one thing Grantaire was sure about was: The stars would guide, watch over and protect him. He never believed in anything but the thought of these small light balls in the darkness being his friends, siblings, parents (alive or not) and always being there in lonely nights was great help to survive through even the worst times.
Some people say this was hard to understand, telling him to stop these foolish visions. Once you're dead, you are. There is no such thing like souls or ghosts.
But honestly, this didn't bother Grantaire. Let them call him crazy or weird; it was his believe and no one could destroy this last spark of hope in him.
"You've never been great help to choose something that fit me best", said the blonde man, now stepping next to him and pulling the smaller one back to reality.
"Everything fits you, that's the problem."
"Why do you have to be such a lying, exaggerating charmer the whole time?" the taller boy turned to him smirking but Grantaire didn't move a bit.
"Because you're worth the truth.", was his only reply but with such an unemotional and frustrating undertone, everyone else would have turned away.
"What? You didn't listen carefully to me. I just said that you're a-"
"Why are you here?" Grantaire interrupted him with the same cold voice like before.
"I told you. I've always been at your shows and I will continue to do so", the blonde said, halfway smiling.
"You shouldn't."
"There are so many things I shouldn't have done or shouldn't do", answered the man shrugging.
"Doesn't mean you have to continue, though."
Finally the taller, slightly older guy cupped Grantaire's face with both hands, turning it to his own and said: "Doesn't mean you can't forgive me, though."
Grey-blue eyes met a pair of turquoise but tear-filled ones.
The boys only stood there, looking at each other for several seconds.
"I already did", Grantaire almost whispered and earned a warm smile from Enjolras in return.