Marius must have told Eponine he loved her, thought Enjolras. He couldn't believe it. Marius told Eponine he loved her, and now he's confessing his love for another in front of her, and worst of all, asking her to join the two of them together when he knows she loves him? What a stupid person.

Enjolras had never really liked the Pontmercy fellow, for some reason. He may be kind to some people, but at the same time, incredibly blind. Marius couldn't see the pain he was inflicting on Eponine when he had said those words. Marius was still talking about how beautiful this girl was.

"Oh! Her hair! The color of the golden rays from the sun! Her eyes! The most beautiful blue like the sea! Her smile! It could brighten anyone's day-"

"Marius," Enjolras interrupted. "Have you seen how much pain you're causing Eponine?"

"'Ponine said that she doesn't mind!"

"She didn't say that. She said she would do anything for you."

"Still!"

"Forget it." Enjolras finished.

Eponine could cry all night and day if she wanted, but she couldn't just let her proud barrier break. She wanted to see Marius happy, so she would make him happy. She had better find this girl before tomorrow came, otherwise Marius wouldn't stop asking her about it.

"Eponine!" a voice called from the direction she came. She whirled around and nearly smacked right into Enjolras.

"What do you want?" she cried out. For once, Enjolras' face showed an expression. Sympathy.

"I want to help you." He simply replied. Eponine gave him a look of disbelief.

"All the people who have helped me have turned their back on me, and it hurts more every time! I don't want your help, Monsieur, because I know that you will eventually forget me, and it will be another wound." She shouted.

"Eponine, I will never abandon you if you let me help you." He spread his arms out. Eponine inched closer to him. Finally, she ran straight into him and started weeping.

"I don't want to be on my own again, Monsieur. It hurts every time."

"I know how it feels like, 'Ponine." Eponine looked up at him when he said the nickname Marius gave her. He smiled in return. "I left my parents when they wouldn't agree to my ideas. I see the poor as equals. They see the poor as filth. I want to help the poor. They want to get rid of them."

Eponine stopped her crying. Maybe there was one man on this whole earth who would actually take care of her. And he was standing right in front of Eponine.

Montparnasse was walking down the alley, looking for a certain someone. He tried to spot that dark hair, with no luck. It was when he turned into the square, he spotted a flash of red. It was a man, in a red waistcoat, holding a girl, who seemed to be weeping. How he wished he had Eponine with him right now, so he could hold her in his arms and confess all his love for her.

It was then when he saw the girl clearly. Dark hair, brown eyes. Eponine. Anger started to build inside of him. Who was this man who was holding his Eponine? She was Montparnasse's property! He stormed over to the pair.

"What are you doing with my girl?! Eponine! Come here right now!" He yelled. Eponine looked up. Fear crossed her face.

"Montparnasse." She barely whispered. The man looked confused.

"What?" he asked. Eponine pointed at Montparnasse.

"Not what. Who." Eponine shrieked.

Enjolras looked at the man Eponine was pointing to. The man was well dressed. The only thing that put him out of place was the scowl that was plastered on his face. Eponine looked terrified of him.

"Who are you?" Enjolras demanded. The man just laughed.

"Hasn't Eponine told you already?"

"Why is 'Ponine so scared?"

"So, you have a nickname for her, eh? Well, what happens between us stays between us. Come on, 'Ponine." The man barked. He made a grab for Eponine, but she just slipped out of his grasp. Montparnasse scowled and leapt at her. He succeeded in restraining her and unsheathed a knife. He pressed it to her throat. Eponine gasped.

"So, what's she worth to you?" Montparnasse said. Eponine gasped again.

"Montparnasse, you wouldn't-"

"Shut up, Eponine!" he roared, and pressed the knife into her neck slightly. A line of red could be seen. "Answer me!"

Enjolras reached into his pocket. He hoped he had the knife he always carried with him in case he got attacked. To his luck, he did.

"Well… How about this?" he yelled. He drew the knife and sliced at Montparnasse's arm, causing just enough pain to let Eponine run. Enjolras followed suit. Montparnasse's roars could be heard from a distance. Eponine gasped for breath.

"Thank you, Monsieur Enjolras! You saved my life just there!" she whispered.

"Just call me Enjolras. There's no need for formalities in this equal country." He simply whispered in reply. "Eponine, what connection do you have with that man?"

Eponine looked away. "I used to love him, and he loved me back. We were acquainted, but when he started hurting me, I left him. He still thinks that I'm his property, though, so he'll do anything to get me back. He saw me with you, so he tried to take me away, but when he saw you as a bourgeois, he decided to make a little money using me as a tool."

Enjolras gasped. What a vile person. That Montparnasse hurt his own girlfriend and would use her to make money. He would never do that. Eponine would always be in his protection.

"Eponine," Enjolras said, "You're going to live with me from now on. I have a spare room in my apartment that I usually use for Grantaire when he's extremely drunk, but you can take up that room. Once Grantaire hears that you're living with me, he'll probably stop drinking in surprise."

Eponine laughed. Enjolras could be so funny sometimes. She started to notice things. His short, curly, golden hair, his smile, the color of his eyes. Eponine, she chided herself, you love Marius, remember? But Marius didn't love her. At least not anymore. She was grateful for Enjolras' help.

"I'll get my things, Enjolras."

"Meet me back here in an hour."

Eponine was going to live a happy life, she was sure of it. She ran over to Marius' home, lucky to find it unlocked. She grabbed her belongings from her room, and wrote Marius a very rushed note, with lots of mistakes. She then ran outside, eager to find what God had in store for her.

She met Enjolras at the alley behind the square, and let him guide her to her new home.

"Enjolras, how can I repay you?" she asked. Those were the same words I asked Marius.

"Eponine, there's nothing to repay. You're my friend."

"Thank you."

"Tomorrow morning, we're going to get you some dresses." Enjolras said.

Eponine nearly shouted at him. He was being too kind. He was wasting space on her, and now he was spending money on her?

"Enjolras! There's no reason to buy me anything! I'll buy things myself once I have a job! I can survive on what I have right now!"

Enjolras let a smile escape his lips. This girl was too stubborn and proud. That's what he loved about her. Loved about her. He loved her?

A/N: Thanks for the reviews, follows and favorites! I'll try to do two chapters a day, like I'm doing right now!