Tears of Gratitude (Or Clichéd title number 1830)
Hey, it's me, the author! This was pretty much my first attempt at a Les Miserables fanfic, and it was written because of a prompt from my friend.
*DISCLAIMER* As much as I love them, none of the characters in this fic belong to me.
Enjolras stood atop the barricade, waving his flag with such vigour, any National Guard member would run off in fear. Grantaire was enthralled with him. He couldn't keep his feelings secret much longer. Jehan Pouverte walked up to him.
"I know what you're thinking. But what we're doing is right, you know. Our blood may be splattered on the ground, but it will run with the water and poison those people who ignore the masses."
Grantaire looked into Jehan's eyes. "That was actually really profound Jehan."
Jehan's eyes lit up. "Really? I was thinking about putting it in a poem."
Just then, a shot rang out. There was a cry of pain, and a shout of "NO!" as Feuilly tumbled down the wall of the barricade. Before he hit the bottom, another bullet whizzed over the top of the barricade. Grantaire looked back at Jehan.
"This may be a good cause, but our chances are so small. We'll never win. It's pointless."
"Yes, but we must fight anyway. We may fall, but the fight continues."
Grantaire smiled slightly. "Enjolras is the only reason I'm here. Once he's given up, so will I."
Jehan grinned. "I knew it. Well, you'll be waiting a long time." And with that, he went to pass up more ammunition to the musket-waving revolutionaries.
Grantaire drank a gulp of absinthe, climbed up to the top of the barricade, and did the same. Then, from the corner of his eye he saw Enjolras turn to Joly and cried "Keep fighting! For everything we believe in!"
Suddenly Grantaire spotted something about to hit Enjolras. He didn't even realise what he was doing until he had leapt into Enjolras. Suddenly,
PAIN.
What was happening?
Blood.
Enjolras.
Holding him.
Tears on his cheek.
His?
No. Enjolras's.
Why?
What had happened?
Enjolras. Speaking.
"Grantaire! Thank you! You saved my life. Please, don't die."
He'd been shot.
That's what had happened.
Grantaire was being held.
"I love you Grantaire."
"I love you too." His words.
Enjolras. Smiling.
Blood leaving his body.
Darkness clouding his vision.
Goodbye.
So sue me. I changed the ending of the book. I thought it was more powerful this way. I cried whilst I was writing it. If I made you cry/be sick, pleasedonthurtme.