Dear Antoine,
How are you? It's been a while hasn't it? I really hope you're faring well, however from the words I've heard, you've caused quite a stir there – you're finally putting your dreams to action, and I don't know if that's a good thing or bad one. Maybe a part of me is beaming with pride for my son, but a large part of being your father refuses to accept it.
I wouldn't … couldn't lose my pride and joy to the hands of cold-blooded murderers and ungrateful slobs. I can't let you, my son, spill your blood over a piece of land you've tied yourself to and claimed as your better half, it's not worth it. You're too precious and innocent to take up a life of another man, it will be a pity to taint you and it will be too much for me to watch you be haunted by the lost of what you lived for after this battle.
Please hear me out my son, if all fails and you live, guilt will take you over and you'll be walking the Earth nothing but like a corpse. You're meant to become great and you have an unlimited future ahead of you, you can still change the world in less drastic measure, sadly you chose to turn away from them and lead yourself to death.
My son, I know it is my cowardice that has brought your fate. I have ceaselessly ingrained my beliefs upon you, unaware that I have ignited the very same – perhaps more – passion that burned so many of my nights away when I was your age. The difference between us is, you have taken action to bring forth the ideals, the visions, the hope for our country, while I kept them to myself and let them waste away with age in the seclusion of our library. Had I been more careful in partaking my knowledge and words to you, your head won't be so full of ideas of freedom. Had I only taken action on my early years then this country might have been free and you need not spill your own blood.
My dear Antoine, whatever outcome this battle will bring, always bear in mind that we are proud of you. Your mother and I, we couldn't ask for a better son. Your sisters are very lucky to have you, as your new world, may it exist or not, put them in a more suitable position.
My Antoine, you are your own man now, but always remember that you will always be my little boy. I love you my son and if I berate you right now is because I am afraid to lose you. I hope this won't be our last correspondence, and I hope I'll get to see you soon.
With all love,
Your father
So I've been meaning to finish this for a while now. I started this story last 2012 and never got around it until now. I know there are a lot of inaccuracies, I apologize. I also didn't finish the book so I'm not sure about Enjolras' background if he even has one, but I like to think that his upbringing has great influence on what he's fighting for. So! Feel free to leave me your comments, criticisms, complains