Hi guys! This is my first story published on here, so I'd love any feedback that you may have, as long as it's constructive. The concept came from a prompt on tumblr that I saw and modified a little bit to fit the story. Sorry about any typos or anything like that. I'm actually a terrible proof-reader.

Thank you so much for reading! Enjoy!

They say when you fall in love, you begin to see the world differently; and not in the cheesy, cliché, you-changed-my-life kind of way. Things literally change before your very eyes.

Eponine had heard of colors, the things that apparently make the world so beautiful. She supposed they're much nicer than the dull shades of gray that make up her world. Many people her age were beginning to experience color, but everyone had at least heard about them. She longed to run through the lush green forests that she read about and dive into a sparkling pool of blue, but at twenty-six years old, she began to lose hope that she would ever meet the one who would let her access this new world.

Eponine's thoughts were interrupted by the resonant voice of her best friend explaining the topic of their next rally. Enjolras was about as righteous as they come and had organized several protests to be carried out by their large group of friends. His booming voice was assertive, but not aggressive. He was never cruel unless he needed to be. Combeferre, his second-in-command had once described him as "charming but terrifying." Eponine always thought that that suited him well.

This month's rally was planning to garner support for better public education. Everyone knew the public schools in the city were dumpy at best, dangerous at worst, but no one had previously had the courage to do anything about it.

"These children deserve better," he cried, full of passion and fire. "How can we expect kids to want to go to school if their desks are falling apart and the teachers treat them worse than their parents? How can we expect them to learn and thrive in that environment?" Veins protruded from his temples as he raised his fist. "We must fight for those who cannot fight for themselves!"

The Amis cheered in agreement. Some even held up their beer bottles to the man shouting from the staircase, showing their support for the cause. Enjolras stepped down from the stairs, beaming, and walked back to his seat, shaking the hands that his friends extended to him on the way by.

He took his seat next to Eponine and picked up the beer that he had left there. After a quick swig, he turned to her.

"So, you seemed very focused during that, but not necessarily on the speech," he said with a smirk. "Got something on your mind? Or someone?" He nudged her playfully with his elbow.

"Oh, you. Always you," she said sarcastically.

"Oh, really?" he retorted with equal sarcasm. "What about me? My dashing good looks? My fabulous personality?"

"More like your humility," she replied. He laughed, but quickly became serious again.

"No, really. Is everything okay? You looked upset."

"I'm fine, Enj', really." She smiled as genuinely as possible. "If you're really that worried about me you can always buy me another beer," she joked. He got up anyway.

"Be right back," he chuckled, walking towards the counter.

She returned to her thoughts, imagining what the world must look like in color. She wondered what colors certain things might be. What if her skin was a pale green, or her hair a dark blue? She pondered this with some amusement until Enjolras returned with the drinks.

She thanked him as he set the bottles down on their small table and happily took a long sip, feeling the cold liquid rush down her throat. Imagine if beer is pink, she thought with a smile. A smile which Enjolras quickly picked up on.

"What's so funny?" He asked, smoothing back his hair and checking his teeth, causing her to laugh.

"No, no, it isn't you," she said. "I was just…thinking."

"About what?" he inquired.

She paused, not wanting to share her private thoughts. But then again, this was Enjolras, her best friend in the whole world. He would never judge her. "Colors," she said softly.

He was silent for a moment. Then he took a deep breath. "Have you…started seeing them yet?" He seemed almost nervous.

"No, of course not. You know I would have told you the second I did."

"Oh, okay," he said with a sigh of relief. "Just making sure."

"I was just wondering, you know, what it'd be like."

"To see them?"

"Yeah."

"I bet it's incredible," he smiled, looking at her in wonder.

"I bet it is," she smiled back, before returning to her beer.

Enjolras walked into his apartment later that night and immediately sank down onto the couch. Hearing Eponine talk so longingly about colors made his heart ache. She, more than anyone, deserved love and colors and happiness. Knowing that she had yet to find someone who could give her what she deserved was awful. She wanted nothing more than the reds and blues and greens of life, but he wondered if she would ever be able to let anyone break down the thick walls she had constructed around her heart. They kept her from getting hurt, but also prevented her from the thing she desired most in life.

He smiled as he imagined Eponine's face the moment she really saw the world for the first time as it was meant to be seen. He knows she would like the fall leaves more than anything. The earth looks extraordinary in full color, every detail sharper and more beautiful.

Enjolras should know. He had been seeing in color since the day he met her.

Hopefully that wasn't too bad. Let me know what you think, including anything you liked, disliked, laughed at, etc. I don't really have much of a plan for this, but I do plan to continue it at some point.

Thanks for reading!