A/N This will be the last chapter. I'm a little sad about that, but onwards and upwards! Right? Thank you all for your continuous support. It means a lot. And for the last time on this story, please review, favorite, and follow! Love ya guys, and hope you enjoy it!

Dear Enjolras,

This is my first, and last letter to you.

It's been two years now, since you died. Since you left me.

Thank you for the letters, I don't know what all would have happened over these two years had it not been for them. But I know it wouldn't have been good.

I kept the letters. Every last one. It makes me feel like, maybe you're still here. If only a little.

Grantaire kept his as well.

He was there for me, the whole time I was so broken. And even though he says he needed me, I think he only stayed around for my sake.

I moved out, of the apartment we shared. I hope you're proud of me for that. Because it was hard. It felt like the last letter all over again. Like I was loosing you all over again.

I still press flowers.

I'm sorry about that too. I know you hate it.

But, these days it's not flowers from you.

It's Taire.

He brings me flowers almost every day in the summer and spring. When he comes home from work.

We got married, in the winter. Because I couldn't marry in the summer. Not when it was so close to when you had died.

I still hate the summer because of the barricades.

Taire tries to make it easier for me by keeping me distracted the entire time. Taking me this place and there.

I don't think it's just for me. I think he needs it as well.

Stuff's changed a little. Not a lot, but a little since the two years have passed.

You'd be happy to see what we've done.

We own the Musian now. Taire, and I.

And his paintings of you, and every last one of the others hang on the walls.

Marius and Cosette have rejoined our lives. I think the time apart was good, it helped us heal.

They have two children. Oh, Enjolras their children are beautiful.

They have two little boys. One named Courfeyrac. The other, Combeferre.

It's funny, because Combeferre has a thing for flirting with every single girl he meets, and Courfeyrac studies anything, and everything he can get his hands on.

I've suggested more than once, for them to switch their names.

You think that's funny, don't you? Cosette didn't think so..

Yes, their children are beautiful. But Enjolras, Taire and my child is something to be marveled over.

He's Perfect. All of our brokeness, and scars that we've come to bear after all of this, does not reflect in the least bit on him.

I wish you could meet him Enjolras. I really do. He was born last september. The sweet thing.

He's eight months old, and has wild curls just like his father. Though, his eyes look nothing like mine, or Taires. They're a shocking blue that hold such an intense gaze, they make him look much older than he is.

They remind me of you.

Grantaire's an amazing father. You'd be proud, Enjolras.

It took me a while to convince him to take up painting again, since you guys were all gone. But once he found out we were going to have a baby, he conceded and has made such lovely paintings right on the walls of the baby's room.

Grantaire doesn't drink anymore. Not hardly ever.

We take trips out to the streets, and hand out food to the people we see there.

The people who stand where I used to.

The money we've made off of the Musian, we used to co-build an orphanage. It reminds me of Feuilly, every time I go there.

You know who the other owners of the orphanage are?

Cosette and Marius.

It's different than the other orphanages. We teach the children, while they're with us. And they receive only the best medical care. (Grantaire insisted there must be amazing medical staff. In honor of Joly, and Combeferre. And I wasn't one to disagree.)

There's a library, for the kids like you used to be. The ones who can't take their noses out of books, and dream up worlds that will rise one day, I'm certain.

There's also a 'Creative Room' In honor of Jehan. The children are given unlimited writing supplies. And Grantaire goes in a few days a week, and gives the children who wish to learn, painting classes.

We don't separate siblings, in honor of 'Roche. And we allow the older ones to hold balls in the main room, in honor of Courfeyrac.

You know what else Grantaire teaches? Boxing classes. To the ones who need to get their frustration and anger out somehow. That, as you can imagine, is in honor of Bahorel.

And in honor of Laigle, we have a good luck room. It's meant to have cause them to have luck before they go to a new family, but really, they say goodbye to their friends in that room.

It's all been a very busy time, with getting the orphanage set up, and then learning how to be parents.

But every day, you're still on my mind.

Some days it's only a little. Some days it's constant. On those days, Taire holds me real close. And he sings to me sometimes. Never the songs you sung to me. But songs that seem to pull my head away from the worst of it.

I still miss you, every day. But it's gotten a little easier. It's not easy. But it's easier.

I'm happy now. I'm happy for the first time in a long time.

I hope you're proud of who I've become, Enjolras. Because it means the world to me.

And just to clarify, Grantaire treats me amazingly. He's turned into quite the gentlemen. Then again, maybe he always was. And he just needed a reason to show it.

I'm in love with him. And I hope you're okay with that.

I know you are, but I just felt like I needed to say that.

Thank you, for everything. For the good. And the bad. For the improper hello, and the to sudden goodbye. Thank you for changing my life, Enjolras. And thank you for loving me. When I didn't even love myself.

All my love, my dear Enjolras.

~Eponine

P.S.

Did I tell you what we named our son?

His name is Enjolras.

And he's going to do great things.

Maybe when he's grown, the people will be ready to rise.

Eponine held Grantaire's hand in hers tightly, as she placed the letter next to Enjolras' grey, cold, tombstone. It was one of the few times she had been strong enough to make herself go to this place, the place where they all lay next to each other.

The young boys, all struck down in their young age.

She had said goodbye to them, time and time again. But this time, it was different.

The little babe Enjolras sat against her hip and soundlessly played with the end of her brown hair. Occasionally reaching in Grantaire's direction. She would hand him over to Grantaire and he would occupy the youngster until he wanted Eponine again.

As Eponine let go of the letter, she glanced up at her husband. His deep brown eyes stayed set on the words that were engraved on the stone, 'Enjolras, Leader. Friend. Brother. Revolutionary. 1810-1832'

After a long moment, Grantaire placed his letter for Enjolras next to Eponine's and the two stood there for a while. Not speaking, then both said another, most likely not their final, but another goodbye to their dear friend, who had been gone. Two years, on that day.

Apollo,

I put the bottle down.

I'm a dad.

We named the little guy, Enjolras.

'Ponine said the name Apollo would get him beat up.

I'm taking care of her, Apollo. Just like you asked me to.

She's gonna be ok.

I think we both will.

I don't know how to say goodbye, so I'll just say thanks. And I'll let you know when Little Enjy's first birthday is. I wish you could be there. And by the way, He doesn't get mad when I call him Enjy… Yet.

So ah, that's all.. For now. Sorry it's not long.

Love you, Apollo. But you already knew that.

~R