He was there.
Enjolras owned the slumps of Paris during this rainy and horrifically exciting summer. He really wanted to know what he was fighting for. He wanted to feel their suffering. He wanted to be and end their suffering. He thought of it as philanthropy, and though the peasants of his Paris might not feel the love yet, they would very soon.
Very soon.
Enjolras felt this love, this adrenaline, this revolution shoot through his veins. This is what he was fighting for. This is what he could possibly die for, but she wasn't.
He first recognized Eponine, creeping the streets much like he was. She wasn't a close friend, but she had always been something worth noticing. If she wasn't cursed with being female, Enjolras thought she'd be war ready. Sometimes, he thought she was just as qualified as half of his ABC Cafe, if not more so. His favorite thing about Eponine was her blind dedication, even if it hurts. She was relentlessly enamored with Marius; it became a common knowledge and a common topic over wine with everyone but Marius, who's too relentlessly enamored with winning and dreaming. Enjolras always wondered if they could use this unconditional faith in war. She could be their secret weapon, cross-dressed and unafraid.
Speak of the devil. Eponine had just been admiring her precious Marius then, but Marius was drawn to something (rather, a someone) who was something (rather, a someone) Enjolras was not fighting for.
While she was thin, she was well nourished and well groomed. She looked like a doll children in this area would never be able to afford, with sad eyes but a glowing demeanor. The pit of his stomach stung like a pleasurable gunshot wound. His palms dampened with a hot, uncontrollable and unwanted sweat, and she hadn't even looked his way yet.
She looked at his colleague, someone he saw as a little brother, with such adoration, but she looked at Enjolras like it was an accident. This made his pleasurable pseudo-gunshot wound into an unpleasant one. His face flushed and turned red and dashed to his cafe before the sky turned black.
He knew how it felt. Marius just didn't know how it felt to be rejected.
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