Revolution Hearts

by SingingTillImPurpleInTheFace7

"My heart was racing. I couldn't shake off this feeling. I arrived into town to find a river of blood, streaming down the streets. My heart stopped. Thoughts of horror appeared in my head. I race into my house to find that he wasn't there. Panicked, I searched all over town to find my husband, my friend, my love, and most of all, my heart."

1. Chapter 1

So here is another story. Enjoy:)

P.s I do not own the cover, just the story.

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Prologue-1822

I waited for Enjolras, in the streets of Paris on the corner, where Ms. Lemon's Fabrics store stood tall behind me, but he didn't show up. I had decided to head towards the town's Protestant church. Enjolras might have been there paying his visit to the Bishop. The Bishop was a good friend to Enjolras and I. I walked into the ancient spiritual building and found Enjolras sitting on a wooden pew.

"What's got you down Enjolras?" I asked in my twelve year old tone.

"My father was taken for slavery this morning." I laid my hand on my friend's shoulder in a apologetic way. I wish I could have said something to comfort him, but I couldn't. I never had a family. I would wonder in the streets with Enjolras all day, and then find a bridge to sleep under at night. Enjolras and the Bishop were the closest thing I had to a family.

"I'm sorry Enjolras. I shall pray for your father," I said, hoping that I lifted my friend's spirit up a little.

"You're a good friend to have around Deserae. A true friend," Enjolras said as he gave me a child like hug.

"Lets promise to always be friends and to never leave each other," Enjolras said as he held out his pinky finger.

"Promise," I said as I held my pinky out as well. We crossed and shook our pinky's together. Making a promise to each other, and everyone knows that you can't break a pinky promise.