Enjolras POV

The day has finally come. General Lamarque's funeral will take place at noon today. The boys and I will meet beforehand at the cafe for one last drink together. I'm still quite tired though because I did not get any sleep last night. I stayed up all night for the anticipation of this fight and with jumbled thoughts of Eponine. What did she mean that I was confused? I cannot understand the thought she holds that she's not good enough. If anything, I don't deserve her. She told me she loved me, and I should be happy, but I can't live with the fact that she doesn't think I truly reciprocate. I do love her more than life itself. I want to see her again, but I have no more time. Hopefully, she'll be at the funeral to watch.

I put on my red coat that hangs behind my door. I make sure to keep the little stone Eponine had given me into the coat pocket. I don't believe in all this superstitous junk, but I bring it with me because I know it would please Eponine. I leave my house and make my way to the ABC Cafe. This moment might be the last I'll see my friends together as a whole. As their leader, I prepared a very short speech to motivate them. I cannot let them lose hope now.

I arrive and find them all sitting at tables. They talk, but are not as lively and energetic as they usually are. They are frightened. I'm a little frightened myself, but I will never let them know that. I have to show a straight face. If they see me frightened, they will already accept defeat.

"Hello, boys", I greet them as I come in. "Are we all ready for today?"

They reply positively, but not with a lot of excitement.

"I want all of you to know that you are brave souls and would like to thank you for helping us gain our freedoms. Because of us, we will renew France as a place where we all are equal. Many of you may be scared, and that's completely understandable, because any of us may not last to see another day. I brought all of us here one last time so that we will always remember who stood by us; we are a family and our job is to protect each other, and to protect the rights of the people. It is certain that not all of us will survive this fight, and if one of those people happens to be you, I can only hope that you will not die in vain. If your death is to occur, know that it was for a good cause. What we are doing here today is one step closer to our known goal, as we will inspire others to rise up and do the same all over the nation. If we are to be successful in our fight, France will thank us for our courage, but if we are to be unsuccessful, we will still receive the same honor. We will not be the last to attempt. Fights like ours will continue on until the rights of the people have been seen through... The people will never stop. I'm sorry I can not talk longer, but we must start heading out. The funeral will be starting very soon. Anyways, I hope you all will make it through okay... I know you will. I can do nothing now but guide you and wish you guys luck. Let's make a toast."

One of my men stands up and raises his glass of beer. "To us all. May God be in our favor."

We take our drink, shake hands, and hug the ones we were especially close to.

"Let's get going, boys.", Marius says.

We all leave the cafe and make our way to the funeral procession.