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"What...?" Grantaire prayed that he had heard his best friend wrong. "I said I signed up for the war effort," Grantaire laughed, surely this was a joke! "I'm serious Grantaire!" Grantaire looked up from the drawing of his Apollo he had been allowed to do after much begging. He should have guessed something was wrong, he had never been allowed to sketch his best friend before, when he asked the question it would be dismissed by absolutely not.
"Enjolras... You can't be serious... I don't understand... You- you aren't even old enough..." Enjolras's ever present frown grew even more definite on his god-formed face. "There are plenty of people who lie about their age, it's not that uncommon," Grantaire could feel a lump in his throat, "But why Enjolras?"
"Haven't you ever felt like you are meant for something bigger than yourself? Than this small town? There is a whole world to see! Right now there is a higher cause than just all this farm work!" "It's going to be dangerous... You could get killed!"
"Grantaire-" Grantaire began to get frantic. "Have you even thought about this? Have you thought about the people who would cry if anything were to happen to you? Your mother, your sister!" Me, Grantaire thought.
"Grantaire-"
"Just think about it a little more okay? You probably weren't thinking corre-"
"Grantaire! Listen to me! I have already made my decision! I can't turn back now like a coward! If you don't approve that's fine!" Enjolras got up from his stool, his boots thudding loudly as he strode to the open door of the shed. When he reached the exit his pace slowed slightly, as if he was hesitating, but then picked up again.
Grantaire stared until he was no longer in sight. A stray tear made its way down his cheek and onto the sketch on his lap. His best friend, his muse, his Apollo, his Enjolras was leaving him again, and this time he might not ever come back.