A/N This is based on a tumblr prompt by dontyoufretmonsieurmarius. Thank you! Hope you enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I sadly am not responsible for the fantastic works that is Les Miserables.
The sound of the gun firing still echoed in his ears as he cradled her in his arms. "Stay with me, Eponine" He cried desperately. "Help her someone!"
He felt so powerless. Gabriel Enjolras, leader of the revolution. The man who many were counting on to change their poor unfortunate lives. Yet he could not save the dying women in his arms. Like a flower blossoming, the blood stain at her stomach spread. For the first time, the colour red sickened him, his stomach turning at the very sight of it. It was his fault she was here, his fault she was dying. He was just as much to blame as the one who had fired the bullet.
"Eponine, I am sorry. Forgive me." His voice cracking with anguish. Eponine hushed him, and weakly raised her hand to touch his face. His cheek, stained wet by his tears and the rain, leaned into her hand while he held her closer to his chest. "There us nothing you need be forgiven for," she whispered quietly. "Just hold me close, that's all I need right now."
Enjolras stroked her rain soaked hair as he watched the life slowly fade from her. "I always was a little bit in love with you Monsieur." Eponine mumbled quietly, weakly craning her neck to look at his angelic face. "You will always be my Patria, my dear Eponine. Always." He whispered as her eyes fluttered shut. She was gone.
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He stood by the window, accepting his imminent death as the guards filled the room before him. He was the last to die. He had watched as his friends were shot down and left the world too soon. Their deaths weighed heavily in his heart as the guns in front of him were raised. But he would join them soon, he thought. He would join them on the barricade in heaven. Most importantly, he thought, as he slowly raised the blood red flag high above his head, he would be with her. His last thought was of her as the bullets pierced through his chest, sending him backwards out the window. Eponine.
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Enjolras opened his eyes to a blinding whiteness. He could faintly hear the sounds of people singing in the distance. A figure was approached him from far off. Eponine approached him and bent down to tenderly touch his face. She grabbed his hand and led him to towards sounds of music. They were together again, upon their barricade in heaven.