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Chapter 4 Reine des Rues
Éponine was the queen of the streets. It was her home and she loved it. But her mind was occupied. Éponine had another dream that night. The blue eyed man did wonderful things in her dream last night. It sent shivers down her spine every time she let her mind wander.
"Bonjour mademoiselle" Éponine jumped as someone walked up behind her.
"M'sieur Feuilly" Éponine grinned as the man tipped his hat.
"How are you today, mademoiselle Éponine?" he held out his arm and smiled when she took it.
"Slow," Éponine answered.
"I'm on my way to the cafe, mademoiselle" Feuilly said as they began to walk.
"Oh," she let go of his arm with a disappointed expression, "Uh. I better be going. Bye M'sieur Feuilly."
Éponine ran off down a dark alley. She doesn't have the strength to face the Les Amis after what happened the night before. The gamine feared what happened to the small reputation she carried there since speaking out of turn and in such an unforgiving manner. Taking a seat on the ground against the wall, she felt bad because she'll miss Marius and Feuilly. The others wouldn't notice. No one ever notices her. The racketeer brought her knees to her chest and buried her face away in the thin brown fabric that is a pathetic excuse for a dress.
She was alone.
Enjolras paced the Café with a frown on his face. The previous night troubled him greatly. It even hurt. The dreams. Éponine. Everything spun in his mind making him almost feel weak.
"Stop that" Jehan stated with a bored tone "You'll wear through the floor before the morning's first light"
Enjolras glared and went back to his thinking. Pacing helped him think. But he wasn't thinking of the rebellion. He was reflecting on the dream he had the night before. It wasn't romantic like some of the others. It was sweet. It was intimate more caring.
There has to be a logical explanation to all of this. Maybe the dreams are linked to the stress of the revolution.
The stress has taken its toll. He looked many years too old to be studying at the university. His skin as demeanor has gone hard like marble. He is marble.
"Enjolras" Grantaire held out a bottle, "Take some wine and say what's going on."
"this is what's going on" Enjolras held up his copy of "the Social Contract" the same document Éponine commented on.
"What about it?" Joly looked up from his medical tome.
"We are taking the wrong approach" Enjolras began with fire in his eyes, "The people won't rise if the words on a page make no sense. To them we are a bunch of bourgeois boys who are playing a game."
Everyone just stared at him.
Éponine's eyes opened hours later and a tall man stood over her. She flinched, waiting for the attack. It never came.
"You okay?" she looked up and saw bright, blue eyes full of compassion.
Éponine nodded.
"Okay" the man pressed a few coins into her palm, "please buy a coat. Can't have you catching death."
The man was gone as fast as he appeared.
Éponine stared at the coins then where the man last stood.
"He was just like a ghost to me" she mumbled, "one minute there then he was gone."
She was alone again with no one to turn to. Without a friend to say 'I love you'. Éponine started to walk as the sun set behind the leaning houses around her. As much as she was used to it, she didn't like being alone. As city falls asleep around her and she she had no company to keep. All she had were the dreams that bring him here. Éponine would close her eyes and see the man, feel his touch.
He is real.
Enjolras entered his flat with a small grin on his face. He saw the girl. The girl with the brown hair. His dream girl.
"Is this a dream?" He mumbled, "Am I dreaming a dream?"
The marble man felt out of character, but didn't care. He felt alive.
"How strange," he leaned against the wall, "this feeling that my life's begun at last." Enjolras sighed and slid down to the floor. "What's the matter with me?"
"You are love struck" Courfeyrac came out of the shadows.
"I'm what?" Enjolras looked around as the other Amis surrounded him.
"There is a girl" Jehan said. His pen still scribbling everything onto a slip of paper, "and you are in love."
"What?" the leader was confused, "what are you all doing here."
"We wondered why you left so suddenly. Combeferre said you didn't return" Joly said, "So we came here to wait."
Enjolras groaned and marched to his room. He locked the door and sat on the bed.
What have I done? I'm falling for the Queen of the Streets.