Grantaire woke to the sound of retreating footsteps. It took him a moment to remember where he was and what the events of the day had been. The barricade, he remembered. He stood up from his spot in the back of the café. It was deadly quiet. He made his way to where the footsteps had come from. When he turned the corner he had to grab the wall to keep himself from falling to his knees. In front of him, in a perfect row, lay his now dead friends. He walked down the row, looking at each as he went. Lesgles, Joly, Jehan, Gavroche, Eponine, Courfeyrac, Combeferre, and Feuilly. Did I really sleep through it all?! All my friends are dead and I slept through everything. As he looked over his friends he realized that one person wasn't there. Apollo! If he isnt here he may not be dead! He must be somewhere nearby. Grantaire rushed up the stairs to the second floor of the café. Nothing. He ran back down and looked around frantically. He searched all around the barricade, in the buildings, but found no sign of Enjolras anywhere. He returned to café and this time let himself fall to his knees. How had he missed him? He was right there, hanging from the window. He sat back on his heels and starred in shock at Enjolras. Sobs began to rack his body and when he usually would have tried to stop them, he let the tears fall freely. He was angry with himself. How could he have let himself get drunk. Why didn't you listen to Enjolras when he said to put the bottle down? Now he was alone. His friends were dead and his Apollo was gone. He was alone and miserable. And it was his fault. A few minutes ago he was happy to be alive, and now he would much rather be dead.
After a few minutes of sitting outside of the café, Grantaire stood up and began to stumble around the barricade. He didn't know what he was looking for but somehow he found himself sitting against the wall of the café directly under the window Enjolras was hanging from. He didn't know where he found it but there it was in his hands and his finger was on the trigger. Without a second thought he shut his eyes and squeezed.
When he opened his eyes again he was in the café. Had it all been a dream? He looked out the window. No, the bodies of the dead soldiers still litered the barricade. If it wasn't a dream then what was happening. Suddenly, Grantaire heard footsteps climbing the stairs. He turned and saw Enjolras standing at the top of the stairs. Grantiare flung himself into Enjolras' arms and to his surprise, Enjolras hugged back. "Hello, R", said Enjolras, seriously, but Grantaire could hear the smile in his voice. "Let's go." Enjolras pulled out of the hug, grabbed Grantaire's hand and led him to the light.
