The first time he noticed is at the meetings, of course. The girl sitting beside Marius, looking down timidly at her glass. Her brown hair drapes in front of her face like a velvet curtain. She's always sitting next to Marius.

He often sees her talking to Gavroche. Laughing as they strolled casually from the meetings. He'd heard Gavroche claiming her to be her sister several times. Well, before he fled from his parent's abode and lived on the streets. He also heard Marius mentioned her a few times.

Lately, He always came home late to help Enjolras with the planning of the revolution. The meeting had been, well, the same as always.

Enjolras talks, Grantaire would make some of his usual remarks based off whatever his inebriated mind could process, the others laughed, Enjolras glares and it goes on and on and on and on, as it is every night for the past months.

He honestly didn't know why he got himself into this. He has a decent life here, a career he is striving for, a family who loves him. Why wasting his life? Why die young?

He finds himself asking the same question every night. No. He isn't ready to die. But how can he tell Enjolras he quits? Enjolras is a very dedicated man and thinks everyone in their group is willing to die for Dear Motherland.

What will he say? "Hello, Enjolras. I came here to resigned from the revolution because I'd decided I'm not ready to die" That? Yeah, that would go over well.

He scoffed. Here he was. The second in command. Their second leader. But he is no better than Courfeyrac, or Grantaire, or the rest of them.

Prouvaire always has his head in the clouds. Courfeyrac is only here because it would look good in front of the ladies (they just can't resist the image of a hero fighting for the downtrod). And Marius would lose focus the moment he found some pretty burgeois girl (yeah, he knows that type of kid)

He kicked a pebble. It was quite well into the night. Probably 9 or 10. He pulled his jacket around him tighter. His blonde hair already dishelved due to the times his hand had ran over it.

Suddenly, he heard a girl's sob. He turned around, suddenly alarmed. His friends often told tales of ghosts and other mythical creatures when the professor isn't in class. 'Ghosts are not real, ghosts are not real...' He chanted in his mind as he walked cautiously over to the source.

'Ghosts are not real...' Slowly, his hands reached out for the source's shoulder. "Excuse me, Mademoiselle" The girl immediately spun her head around. He gave a discreet sigh of relieve.

He took in her appearance. Her face is worn out, her eyes red and brimming with unshed tears, a mark in the shape of a hand marring her pale face, bruises littering down her arms. What had happened to this girl?

"Are you well?" The girl sniffled, but stood up. "I'm fine" She said as she walked away.

He suddenly reminded. The girl. From Musain. Gavroche's sister. "I know you"

She doesn't stopped, only slapped her bare feet against the cobblestones faster. "You're Eponine, Gavroche's sister, isn't it?"

He tried to catch up with her furious paces. "So?"

"I'm Combeferre! From the meeting?" She finally turned around and gave him an exasperated look.

"Look, I need to get home right now, clear? Whatever it is you want to say, it can wait, okay?" She walked away.

"Wait!" He called after the girl, but she is already out of sight. He sighed and turned the other way. Why is it such a bother, anyways? It's just some girl who happens to know few of his acquaintances, and apparently visits the meeting every night. What is it to him?

He finally reached his apartment. He closed the door as silently as he could.

He threw his bag and threw himself onto the bed. Tonight had been one long day. His doubts in the revolution had took over, he tried to follow a random girl, and bills need to be payed.

He blew off the candle on his nightstand and tries to drowned his worries in sleep.