I apologize for nothing. -Marseillaise
"No, Enjolras, NO!" screamed Grantaire, helplessly, as he watched the figure stand proudly atop the barricade. The world seemed to slow down, all he could see was the sun reflecting hazily off the gun-smoke, an the silhouette of the flag and the man next to it against the sky. Volley after volley of shots were fired, none hitting their leader, but Grantaire knew it would only be a matter of time.
Stumbling, he ran across and began to climb the barricade. Disregarding the snag on his left ankle that cut deeply and began to bleed, he clambered up, shaking. A bullet shot past him, missing by only hairs. He kept moving.
When he got to the top, he did the only thing he felt he could. Nearly tackling Enjolras, he brought the leader behind the meager protection of a table.
"Grantaire! What on earth are you doing! Get off me, you drunk, just..." he stopped mid sentence.
The man lying next to him wasn't fully aware of his surroundings, and a red stain was growing on his chest. Weakly, Grantaire smiled. "Good thing I got there in time..."
Enjolras gaped, untying his cravat and pressing it to the other man's chest while pushing him upright and supporting him.
It was no use, the bullet had pierced several arteries. The cynic would be dead within the minute.
"Enjolras...i love you..." the dying man whispered.
Enjolras, supporting Grantaire while still trying vainly to stop the bleeding, muttered incoherently. Suddenly, he sobbed, "no. NO. No, R..." Hugging the body to himself, the leader whispered into Grantaire's dead ear, "I love you too."
The end.
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-Marseillaise