Make You Feel My Love
When the rain is blowin' in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love
Enjolras was utterly shocked when he opened up the door to his shared apartment at a very late hour on a cold, rainy night to find Eponine standing there soaked and shivering.
Although it really wasn't that shocking. It only made sense that she would come to the apartment shared by three of her closest friends at this hour. After being led to their little group, nicknamed the Amis, by Marius she was drawn to three of them: Enjolras, Grantaire, and Combeferre. Combeferre took her under his wing, acting almost like an older brother to her. He helped her get back on her feet when she was had nothing, and he helped her get accepted to the college they all attended. Eponine spent many hours with Combeferre filling out scholarship applications, studying for entrance exams, and making resumes. Grantaire was fun, and he helped her forget her troubles. With troubles of his own, he knew that she needed to get them off of her chest, and he always listened to her. He could always tell when she was having a bad day. Her relationship with Enjolras hadn't actually started out that well. They were more like debate partners that anything else. They often got into heated arguments. Over time, however, their rivalry became friendlier. They still argued, but the arguments were more playful. She trusted him, and he had faith in her. Enjolras would tutor Eponine in her studies, while she would help him think through his thoughts and critique his speeches for his activist group, Les Amis. Eponine never minced words, so he knew she would tell him what she really thought about his speeches. They became incredibly close. Over time, Enjolras began to fall for Eponine, but he never made a move for fear that it would ruin their friendship. Eponine was head over heels for Marius Pontmercy, even though he didn't give her a second thought, and she was still slightly involved with her off-and-on boyfriend, Montparnasse. So Enjolras suppressed his feelings and they continued their close friendship as always. Eponine always came to the apartment shared between Combeferre, Grantaire, and Enjolras if anything was troubling her.
So Enjolras knew something was wrong when he opened the door to find her soaked from the rain, as if she'd walked all the way there.
"Is something wrong, Ep?" he asked, quickly ushering her inside.
She shrugged, "I don't really know what to do."
He was confused, "Okay, I'll go get you a towel, and then you can explain."
Enjolras hurried to find her a towel and make her a warm drink, before sitting down beside her on the couch.
He passed her the hot cocoa, "So what's going on?"
"I got kicked out," she said quietly, staring down into her mug.
"Out of your house? Why?"
Eponine shrugged again, "I don't know. He was drunk and just told me to get out. I'm not going back."
Everyone knew that Eponine's father was a very rough man and had done many things to hurt his kids. Only her three closest friends and her scumbag boyfriend knew exactly what he had done. Enjolras didn't know what to say to her. He didn't know if she was happy she didn't have to deal with her parents anymore or if she was panicking on the inside. Even though she was a sophomore in college, she couldn't really afford a place of her own, and she felt responsible for her siblings. He wanted to take away her troubles and pain, but at the same time, he knew it was best to keep his feelings buried.
"I don't really know what I'm going to do. I can't afford a place of my own. I don't want to just leave my brothers and sister there, but I'm not going back, and I can't take care of them right now."
Enjolras cleared his throat, "You're always welcome here, Ep. We have an extra bedroom."
"I don't want to be any trouble."
"You're not. You know any of the guys would do anything for you, especially us," he assured her.
Her lips curved into a small smile, "Fine, but I'm paying rent."
He sighed, "Okay. It will be split four ways so your part isn't that much."
Eponine sat her mug down on the coffee table and observed the odd silence in the apartment.
"Where are the other two?"
"Oh, at the cafe."
"Why aren't you with them?"
"I had a paper to finish," he admitted.
She raised an eyebrow at him, "You know, a little bit of downtime wouldn't hurt you, nerd."
Enjolras scoffed, "Well excuse me for wanting to get into a good law school."
Eponine just shook her head and laughed at him. By this time, her clothes were dry, but she was still shivering. Enjolras noticed this and got up to retrieve a blanket. He draped it over them both and turned the TV to an old movie. Eponine nestled into his side in an attempt to warm up, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. To Enjolras, it felt perfect, but to Eponine, it was nothing more than a friendly embrace.
When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love
One evening, the Amis held their meeting at the cafe Musain, the same cafe where Eponine had long since taken a job to help pay for what scholarships didn't cover and rent. Marius burst into the cafe, an incredibly goofy smile on his face. He rushed over to the counter where Eponine stood, her heart fluttering because he was coming her way.
"Oh, 'Ponine! You'll never guess what happened to me to day!" he exclaimed.
Marius was loud enough that the rest of the Amis heard and turned their attention to him.
"What Marius?" she giggled.
"I met the most amazing girl! She was absolutely stunning!"
Enjolras, Grantaire, and Combeferre all immediately looked at their other roommate just in time to see her face fall. They knew her heart was shattered.
"I'm sure she was lovely, Marius," Eponine muttered before moving to wipe down the counter.
Marius joined the rest of the group to continue to gush about this girl he met. After a while, Enjolras noticed that Eponine wasn't behind the counter as usual. I fact, he realized he hadn't seen her in a while. He got up and walked to the counter where Musichetta, Joly's girlfriend and the cafe manager, was sweeping the floor.
"Musichetta, is Ep on her break?" he inquired.
"Well, yes but she's not in the back. She must have stepped outside," she answered.
He nodded his thanks and stepped outside unnoticed. She wasn't in front of the cafe, but he thought he heard someone close by. Enjolras walked over to the alley in between the cafe and another building to find Eponine sitting on the ground crying. He sighed and moved to sit by her.
"Ep, are you okay?"
She sniffed, "I don't know. I kept telling myself that one day he would see that I have feelings for him, but I guess that's never going to happen. The only people who want me are scumbags like Montparnasse.
Enjolras knew that wasn't true, but he kept reminding himself that he couldn't risk their friendship.
"I don't think that's true. I think one day you'll find someone who loves you with their whole heart and isn't a scumbag," he said, using his sleeve to wipe her tears away.
She tried to laugh, but it came out strangled and watery. Enjolras put his arm around her, and she sank into his embrace. When he heard her begin to cry harder, he wrapped both arms around her, holding her tight.
"Hey, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay," he soothed, rubbing her back.
They didn't ever go back into the cafe. Instead, Enjolras texted Musichetta and told her Eponine was ill, and he took her back to the apartment. Most of the group wondered where they were, but Grantaire and Combeferre knew what was going on. They knew Enjolras was just trying to keep Eponine in one piece. They made their way home shortly after as well, knowing Eponine would need them.
I know you haven't made you're mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong
Enjolras didn't think he could suppress his feelings much longer. It hurt him to see her so depressed over Marius and to hear her say that no one would want her. He couldn't do it anymore. He knew it would risk their close friendship, but he had to tell her how he felt about her. Who knows? Maybe it would work out. He had to find out if that was a possibility. He couldn't keep wondering. When Eponine came home from work one evening and the other two were out of the house, he figured that would be as good of a time as any to broach the topic. She tossed her purse down on the kitchen table and let out a sigh. Enjolras cleared his throat and spoke before he lost his nerve.
"Hey Ep, can we talk?" he asked.
"Sure!" she replied, sinking onto the couch beside him.
Enjolras was nearly trembling, and he couldn't find the words to even begin the conversation. Eponine had never seen him like this. He'd always been a strong leader and eloquent speaker. She'd never seen him at a loss for words.
"Gabe, is everything okay?"
"Yes. Well, no," he took her hands in his and forced himself to look her in the eye, "I'm just going to say it. Eponine, I think I have feelings for you. I have for a while, but I didn't want to risk our friendship so I kept quiet, but I can't anymore."
Eponine didn't know what to say. Now she was the one that was speechless.
"Gabriel, I..." she stopped, her tongue not able to form words.
Slowly, hesitantly, Enjolras leaned in and kissed her. However, when he felt her freeze and not kiss him back, his heart sank. He pulled away and let go of her hands.
"I'm sorry. It was stupid of me to bring it up," he mumbled.
She sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder, "No it wasn't. I'm glad you told me Gabe."
"But you don't feel the same," he said, finishing her sentence for her.
"I can't. I'm just not ready. I'm sorry."
"No, it's my fault. I put you in a bad position."
She hesitated for a moment before speaking again, "I think it will be best if I find somewhere else to live. I think we should put some space between us."
He looked up at her again, hurt in his eyes, "Eponine, this is exactly what I didn't want to happen."
"But nothing is going to change between us. Our friendship is the same. You're still one of my best friends. It will be just like always."
Enjolras managed a smile but somehow he knew it wouldn't be just like always. He knew things would be different now.
"I think I'll go stay with Musichetta tonight."
"You don't have to," he said, slightly shocked that she wanted to begin moving out immediately.
"But I'm going to. I just think it's best, Gabe."
He watched as she disappeared into her room, only to return moments later with an overnight bag. She slung her purse onto her arm and headed to the door.
"Goodbye, Gabe. I'll see you tomorrow probably," she said, and Enjolras noticed sadness in her voice.
"Bye, Ep. Stay safe."
Then, he watched her go. Enjolras leaned back on the couch feeling utterly frustrated at himself. If he hadn't opened his mouth, she would be here and nothing would've changed. He'd gotten so accustomed to her presence in the apartment over the past couple of months, and he knew something would feel off without her there. Enjolras thought back to the moment he met Eponine.
Marius stepped into cafe with a girl, or rather a small woman, at his side. Enjolras noticed that she looked slightly timid but also had a wild look in her caramel eyes, a fire. Her dark hair was pulled into a sloppy knotted ponytail and she was fidgeting, picking at her dirty fingernails. Her clothes were incredibly worn, and they looked like they had been pulled from the dumpster. Her green top was a few sizes too small, and it hugged her body, slightly revealing her midriff and showing off her incredibly tiny, almost malnourished waist. Her jeans fit her well enough but there were holes all in the legs of them and the bottoms were frayed. She wore muddy sneakers that were beginning to fall apart. Marius immediately walked over to Enjolras, pulling the girl along with him.
"Good afternoon, Marius. Did you bring a guest?"
"Yes, I wanted to introduce you to a friend of mine, Eponine. Eponine this is the leader of our group, Enjolras," Marius introduced.
Enjolras extended his hand, "You can call me Gabriel, Eponine. It's nice to meet you."
Eponine shook his hand politely and locked eyes with him, holding his gaze and getting rid of all traces of timidness.
"It is nice to meet you as well, Gabriel," she replied.
"I hope you enjoy the group. Feel free to voice your opinion."
"Oh, I will," she smirked.
Enjolras knew from that moment that Eponine was a spitfire. Looking back, Enjolras also began to contemplate the thought that he'd begun to have feelings for Eponine from the moment they met. But he'd destroyed that and their friendship now. He knew he had a lot of explaining to do when the others returned home.
I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the aisle for you
There is nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love
Eponine only spent a couple of nights with Musichetta before she found a run-down apartment of her own for the time being. She slipped into a rut, her funds running thin and her energy running even thinner. As Marius's relationship with the girl he met, Cosette, progressed, Eponine fell head first into a depression. She began to regret moving out of her friends' apartment, but she knew she couldn't go back, even though they would willingly welcome her. She knew space had to be put between her and Enjolras. Eponine cared for him, but she still wasn't over Marius. She also wasn't sure that she had actual feelings for him. Eponine certainly didn't want to lead him on. But she was struggling. She almost couldn't make ends meet every month and was taking on extra shifts at the cafe. Being as stubborn and headstrong as she was though, she was determined to make it.
Enjolras noticed that Eponine was struggling after a few weeks of her being on her own again. He saw that she spent most of her free time working, and even then, she was starting to look like she did when he first met her, thin and frail. Although Eponine had said nothing would change in their friendship, things had become slightly awkward and forced between the two of them as well.
A few of the Amis were at the cafe late one evening, and Eponine decided to join them after her shift was over, if only to get off of her feet for a moment. Enjolras was a tad surprised when she sat in the chair beside him, especially since their relationship wasn't the same as before. As the others chattered, Enjolras couldn't help but notice the growling and rumbling coming from Eponine's stomach, and he wondered when she had eaten a meal last. He left the second half of his sandwich that he had ordered as an extremely late dinner untouched. When the others left since it was nearly closing time, Enjolras silently slid the plate over to her.
"Gabriel," she sighed.
She had never been one for charity.
"Ep, just take it. I know you're hungry. For my piece of mind, just take it, please," he said quietly.
She looked up at him, and he couldn't place the emotions in her eyes, "Okay. Thank you."
"Anything, Ep."
He waited and talked with her while she ate the half of the sandwich. When she finished, Enjolras realized that he didn't quite want to leave just yet.
He cleared his throat, "Ep, it's really late. Do you want me to walk you home?"
She looked like she was about to refuse, but she stopped and her expression changed.
"That'd be nice, Gabe," she smiled.
She cleaned up their mess, and they headed out the door. They talked the entire way to her apartment with Eponine leading the way. All awkwardness seemed to evaporate between them and everything seemed back to normal. When they arrived at her apartment building, Enjolras's heart plummeted into his stomach. He'd never seen her apartment, and it made him sick to see she was living in horrible conditions. It was a dilapidated, old building in one of the worse sections of town. The windows had bars over them and the walls were covered in graffiti. She led him into the building and up two flights of stairs before they got to her apartment. She fumbled with her keys before finally jarring the door open and revealing a one room studio apartment. Two fluorescent lights illuminated the entire space. Her bed was in one corner and a dresser that was falling apart sat in the opposite corner. She had a small table and two chairs to eat at. In the kitchen she had a small refrigerator, an old stove and oven, and a sink. There was one bar-covered window, and Enjolras assumed that the small door in the room led to a tiny bathroom. Eponine locked the several locks on the door and tossed her things onto the small table.
"How much are they charging you for this place?" Enjolras asked, completely appalled.
After the words left his mouth, he realized he probably shouldn't have said them.
"You would assume hardly anything, but you'd be surprised. It's completely overpriced, but it's the only place I could find. It's not much, but I guess it's home."
There it was again. The awkwardness had returned, and neither one knew what to say.
"I'm pretty tired, so..." Eponine said quietly.
"Of course. I'll see you later then," he replied.
"Can you find your way back home?" she asked as went through the process of unlocking the door.
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"Well, bye Gabe."
"Bye, Ep."
Then, Enjolras walked home slowly, concerned for Eponine and wishing nothing had changed between them.
A few weeks later, Enjolras stepped into the cafe after his classes to find Eponine already there and working. He walked up to the counter where she was working the register.
"Hello, Gabriel! Your usual?" she questioned.
"Of course," he smiled.
She rang him up for a black coffee and handed him his change. It was when she reached across the counter to hand him his cup of coffee that he saw them. The bruise on her wrist was almost black, and the bruises on her brow and cheek bones looked like she had tried to conceal them with makeup, but sweat washed the makeup away and the purplish color shone through.
"Eponine, what happened to you?" he asked quietly.
She wouldn't look him in the eye, "Nothing. I just fell."
She jerked her arm back and yanked her sleeve back down over the bruise on her wrist.
"You know I don't believe that."
She refused to say anything or to look at him.
"Are you seeing Montparnasse again?" he asked carefully.
Her eyes flashed up to meet his, "Um...yes, I am. I moved in with him."
Anger flooded through him, "Ep, come back to live with us."
"You know that wouldn't be very smart," she said quietly.
"I don't care! Don't let that dirt bag treat you this way!"
She looked down again.
"You're holding up the line," she gritted.
Enjolras heard the emotion in her voice and knew that if he pushed the issue much farther, she would break down. He couldn't risk her job. He took his coffee and stormed out of the door. He knew that if he came in contact with Montparnasse, he just might kill the man. If not kill him, he would beat that piece of trash to a pulp. He needed to get control of his anger. He eventually did get control of his anger, and he didn't broach the topic again with Eponine. She knew that he was there if she wanted out or needed help, and that was all he could do for the time being.
However, his anger returned only a few weeks later. He was walking to his car after his classes when his phone buzzed. He saw that it was Combeferre and quickly answered it.
"Hello?"
"Enjolras, you need to get to the courthouse right now!"
Combeferre's tone of voice sounded fearful, and Eponine was the first thing that flashed through his mind.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Eponine is going to marry Montparnasse. We tried to stop her, but she didn't listen. You need to get down there."
Enjolras nearly panicked. He hung up the phone, not bothering to speak to Combeferre any further, and he bolted to his car. He flew to the courthouse, breaking traffic laws left and right. He knew that if Eponine married Montparnasse, that man would eventually kill her, and he couldn't let that happen.
He skidded to a stop in the courthouse parking lot and ran inside. It didn't take him long to find where they were, and he burst through the door to the Judge's chambers, ignoring the warning from the receptionist.
"What is going on here?" the Judge asked angrily.
Enjolras ignored the Judge and the angry look on Montparnasse's face and turned to Eponine.
"Eponine, we need to talk," he said calmly.
"Gabriel, what…how did you get in here?!" she exclaimed.
"That doesn't matter. We need to talk," he repeated.
Enjolras saw from her expression that she was angry, but he didn't care. She got up and stormed out of the room. Enjolras followed her until they were completely outside the courthouse. Eponine suddenly spun on her heels to face him.
"What are you thinking?" she yelled.
"What am I thinking? What are you thinking? You can't marry him, Eponine," Enjolras yelled back.
She huffed, "And why not?"
"Do you have a death wish?" he sneered.
"I'm a grown woman, Gabriel. I can do what I want. I don't need you to agree with it!" Eponine screamed.
"Give me one good reason you should marry Montparnasse."
"He loves me!"
"No, he doesn't! He beats you, Eponine! You could do so much better than that piece of trash," he said angrily.
"How could you possibly know that? The only men to ever want me have been just like Montparnasse!" she exclaimed.
Enjolras stared at her seriously, "You and I both know that isn't true, Eponine."
Eponine stared back at him, her gaze unwavering. She remembered the night Enjolras had kissed her and told her he had feelings for her. Just then Montparnasse stepped outside.
"Would someone like to tell me what's going on?" he huffed.
"Everything's fine, 'Parnasse. I'll be back inside in a moment," Eponine said calmly.
"Ep, don't do this," Enjolras pleaded.
Montparnasse turned to Enjolras, "I think you need to leave."
"No, I'm not leaving. I won't let her ruin her life like this. I will not let her marry you, you piece of trash!"
Montparnasse reared back and punched Enjolras hard in the nose, sending him backward. Eponine shrieked as Montparnasse jumped on Enjolras, punching him over and over again.
"'Parnasse, stop!" she screamed.
He didn't relent. Eponine ran inside the courthouse and screamed for help. In a matter of seconds, officers were pulling Montparnasse off of Enjolras and handcuffing him. Enjolras stood slowly, and Eponine rushed to his side.
"Gabriel, are you okay? I'm so sorry. This was all my fault!"
"No, it wasn't. It's fine," he replied, wiping blood from his face.
"I'm taking you to the emergency room."
"Ep, I'm fine."
"Don't argue. Just hand me your keys," she demanded.
Enjolras sighed and tossed his keys to her. They walked to the car, and Enjolras pulled napkins out of the glove box to help with the bleeding. Two hours later, they were leaving the emergency room with Enjolras bandaged up.
"Why didn't you fight back?" Eponine inquired.
Enjolras smirked, "I wasn't about to get arrested."
"Could you take me to Musichetta's place?"
"Eponine..." he sighed.
"Gabriel, please."
He knew she didn't want to have the same discussion again.
"Yeah. I'll take you to Musichetta's."
They rode almost the whole way in silence. When they turned on her street, Eponine spoke up.
"Listen, I'm sorry I got mad at you. You were just trying to keep me from ruining my life, and I realize that now. I had a momentary lapse in judgment," she apologized.
"That was a huge lapse of judgment."
She hit him playfully on the arm.
"Yeah, you're right," she laughed.
Enjolras pulled into the driveway of Musichetta's condo.
"Well, we're here."
Eponine turned to Enjolras, tears in her eyes, "Thank you," she said quietly.
He knew she was thanking him for more than just a car ride.
"Anything, Ep."
Then, Enjolras watched as she got out of the car and walked into Musichetta's condo. He drove back to his apartment with too much on his mind.
The storms are raging on the rollin' sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing like me yet
Instead of trying to find somewhere else to live, Eponine and Musichetta made an arrangement to live together. The year progressed and little changed. Eponine and Enjolras's relationship was interesting to say the least. At times, the air between them was awkward, but at other times, they were relaxed with each other like nothing had ever changed. It was most of the Amis last year at the university, so the stress about what would come next was heavy. Several of them were applying to graduate school, and that meant that many of them would move away from their hometown of New Orleans. Eponine was a year behind most of them, and it hurt her to think about their group splitting up. All of her closest friends were leaving. Grantaire was moving to New York City. Combeferre was going to New York as well to pursue his graduate degree at Columbia University. Enjolras was applying to various law schools across the country, although his heart was set on Harvard. He knew that it would be a miracle if he got accepted there, so he also sent applications to Yale, Stanford, Duke, NYU, and Columbia. Eponine noticed that whenever Enjolras talked about moving away to law school, it hurt worse than when the others talked about moving away. Her emotional side was aching, but the more logical side of her reasoned that him moving away would allow the distance needed for him to get over her and move on.
One afternoon, the Amis with the exception of Enjolras and Combeferre were gathered at the cafe, and Eponine was working as always. Eponine looked up just in time to see the two missing men burst through the door. Enjolras had an uncharacteristically wide smile on his face.
"Hey everyone, listen up! I have news," he smiled.
The Amis turned to him, and he looked toward the counter.
"Ep, 'Chetta, could you come here for a minute?"
The two women joined the group, and they all waited expectantly for Enjolras's news.
"I got a response from some of my law applications," he announced.
"And?" Courfeyrac asked.
He grinned wildly, "I got accepted to Harvard."
Everyone cheered and offered him congratulations. Eponine knew he was extremely excited because making an announcement like that wasn't like them. She'd never seen him like this before, and she was proud of him. So why did this news hurt? She wasn't sure, and she forced the lump in her throat to go away. After the excitement died down, Eponine and Musichetta returned to their work. A few minutes later, Enjolras showed up at the counter, and Eponine rang up his order without even asking if he wanted his usual. After she handed him his coffee, she reached out and grasped his hand.
"Congratulations," she smiled, her dark eyes meeting his sparkling blue ones, "If anyone deserves it, it's you. You're going to do great things."
His lips curved upward, "Thank you, Ep."
The lump returned in Eponine's throat, and when she didn't let go of his hand, he eyed her curiously.
"Ep, are you okay?"
She quickly let go and looked away, "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that everything's changing, you know?"
"Yeah, it is. But it's changing for the better," he said reassuringly.
Eponine nodded and watched as he walked away. She wondered if he was right.
The rest of the year passed slowly, painfully. Graduation for most of the Amis came and went. Then started some of the longest days of Eponine's life. She had to start saying goodbye to her friends. Grantaire and Combeferre were some of the first to leave. Eponine hugged both of them tearfully, never wanting to let go. They promised to keep in touch before driving away. It was too hard for Eponine, and she spent the rest of the day in her shared condo trying to hold herself together. They were more of a family to her than her biological family ever was.
The day Eponine was dreading most came all too soon. Enjolras stopped by her house on the way out of town. She was waiting for him and went outside when he arrived. He got out of his car and stood there for a moment.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey," she rasped back, tears in her eyes.
She ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and buried his face in her hair.
"I'm going to miss you so much," she whispered.
"I'll miss you too," he whispered back, emotion evident in his voice.
His own throat constricted and they stood there in their embrace for a long while. Eventually she pulled away, her eyes red and puffy.
She tried to laugh, "Great. Now I probably have raccoon eyes."
"It suits you," he smiled.
He used his sleeve to dry her wet cheeks, just as he had when she was upset over Marius. He didn't care that his sleeve was now stained with her mascara.
"I'm proud of you," she said softly.
"Thank you. I should probably get going. You know where I'll be if you ever need anything, Ep."
"Stay safe. Call me, text me, or just do something to let me know you got there safely."
Enjolras kissed her forehead, and the gesture struck something deep in Eponine.
"I guess this is goodbye, Ep."
She saw tears in his eyes and she bit her lip.
Eponine nodded, "I guess so. Goodbye, Gabe."
She squeezed his hand one last time. She was trembling, but stayed outside to watch him drive away. As his car turned a corner, Eponine broke down. Once she got control of herself, she went back inside and did anything to distract herself from the pain of being separated indefinitely from her friends. Little did she know that Enjolras was trying to keep control of himself as he turned onto the interstate.
I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
There is nothing that I wouldn't do
I'd go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love
The first semester with most of her friends gone was rough for Eponine. She talked to a lot of them frequently, especially Grantaire and Combeferre. She hadn't heard from Enjolras in weeks. She knew he was busy, but part of her wondered if he'd finally moved on. If that was what she wanted, why did the thought hurt so much? Christmas was fast approaching, and Eponine missed everyone greatly. Thoughts ran through her mind constantly, and Eponine was getting sick of them. It was one day right after her finals were over that she finally caved. Eponine threw together an overnight bag and jumped in the car, driving straight to the interstate.
Enjolras was straightening his tie and pulling on his coat as he headed to his door. He had an interview for an internship, and he was already running late. Enjolras snatched open the front door of his apartment only to freeze where he was. Standing on the other side was a disheveled, slightly shocked, Eponine.
"Eponine? What are you doing here?" he asked, completely stunned to find her outside of his apartment.
"I was about to knock. I just...well..."
Suddenly, she stepped forward, closing the space between them and pressing her lips against his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, standing slightly on her tiptoes to reach better. Enjolras recovered quickly from his surprise and kissed her back, pulling her closer to him. Eponine finally broke away, but she didn't move away from him.
"Yeah," she breathed.
"What was that?" Enjolras chuckled.
"I've missed you, and I've been thinking a lot. I want to give us a chance, Gabriel," Eponine confessed.
Enjolras grinned, "Really?"
She laughed, "Yes, really!"
He kissed her again, smiling against her lips. Enjolras didn't ever make it to his interview.
Author's Note: Hi! I hope everyone enjoyed this short one shot! I was inspired to write it after listening to Aaron Tveit's cover of Make You Feel My Love by Bob Dylan. I was thinking about writing a second part to this. What do you guys think?
