Enjolras blinks. He is blinded by bright lights that are surrounding him. His only thought is Grantaire. Even though he was supposed to die for his Partia, he found himself distracted at that last second. Time went in slow motion at that moment.
Where was he even?
Just a second ago he was in the corner of a small room, clutching Grantaire's hand and feeling his body light up with passion one last time.
Where was Grantaire?
Enjolras looked around. Everything was hazy and foggy.
Was he alive?
This was obviously not France anymore. Enjolras saw a shadow making its way towards him. As the shadow got closer, Enjolras could make out a ace. It was Grantaire. He didn't look drunk or tired like normally. He looked fresh and clean, his clothes were new and there was a sparkle in his eye that had never been there before. Without thinking twice, Enjolras walked up to Grantaire and kissed him. He helf Grantaire close to him, wrapping his arms around Grantaire's neck.
Was he allowed to kiss another man in heaven?
When the kiss finally broke, Enjolras buried his face in Grantaire's hair, and whispered four words into his ear.
"I believe in you."