Enjolras
"Good – bye Messieur Marius," called Éponine. She skipped out the café door. Enjolras glanced up from his book for a quick second and watched the little urchin leave. Why she was a friend of Marius was an entirely impossible question to answer. It was very strange though, he had begun to…notice her. And he didn't know why.
"He'll be reading through the whole night!" Grantaire shouted.
"Shut up, you drunkard!" Reading was very important to Enjolras. Maximum reading for maximum success. Tomorrow was the day. The final battle. It felt like one year before the fight. Fine then, he thought, I'll leave if I can't read in peace. He knew just the place to go. By the Seine, it was quiet, relaxing, and a good place to, well, read. Enjolras stepped into cool evening breeze and headed for the river.
As Enjolras trudged to the river Seine he spotted a girl, no younger than 6 or 17 walking alone by the river. He glanced closer, and saw it was the little urchin, talking to herself. He told himself to stay in the shadows, and listened carefully to what she was saying.
On my own,
Pretending he's beside…
…alone, I walk with 'im 'till morning,
without him I feel his arms around…
…when I lose my…
he has found me.
Enjolras could just barely make out what she was saying, but once he heard her, he knew every word she spoke was about Marius Pontmercy. She spent all her time around him, not knowing he was much too blind to see her. Don't waste your time on him! Enjolras wanted to shout at her, he'll never notice you! Take a look at who really cares for you!
Who really cared for her? Who cared for Éponine?
Him. Enjolras.
In a split second, he had fallen in love with the little urchin.
How is it? Please r&r! First fanfiction, so i'm sorry if it's really bad!
~Stop-IBegYou~