**********Enjolras***********
Blinking in the harsh light, his surroundings were unfamiliar to him. A headache racked his head, not used to drinking Enjolras had made a mistake. It was not the sort of mistake where too much wine had been drunk; yet another kind. An awful sort.
Turning his heavy head, his stomach dropped. The naked form of the beautiful woman who he had made love to last night lay bare next to him. He too was as bare as the day he was born.
Sitting up on the edge of the bed, turning his back to her Enjolras had to get away before she woke. 'You coward' he thought to himself. He took her innocence, rubbing his eyes furiously he sank his face into his hands.
Collecting his belongings off the floor, he began to get dressed in a hurried fashion. Cursing when he stubbed his toe, he kicked himself mentally also, as his sleeping companion began to stare from her slumber.
*******Aurore Pontmercy*******
Mumbling brought her around from her peaceful sleep. A pain in her groin reminded her of the passion she had shared with her lover last night.
Smiling at the thought, she rolled over to bid him good morning. Sitting up as quick as she could, her lover was fleeing from her bedroom, half dressed.
The sight made her feel winded, why he would want to leave. Realisation hit her.
'It was a mistake for you wasn't it?' She whispered. Enjolras stopped before his hand turned the door knob.
'I was drunk Aurore. You had been teasing me all night. What was I meant to do?' His head was pressed against the wood.
'Yet everything you said last night? If you did not mean it, why would you say it?' Feeling more violated and sick, he had robbed her of her innocence. He had no means of catching her as she fell in love.
'I was drunk, and being foolish. I cannot give you what you want.' He turned to face her, but his eyes were cast down.
Clutching her blanket to her chest, nothing made sense anymore. Her head buzzing with mixed words. Confusion over ran her.
'Get out.' She spat in spite at him.
'Aurore, please do not hate me.' He pleaded.
'I have lost all respect for you as a leader, as a friend. Just leave, and do not look back at me…You have only used me for your own need. Next time get a prostitute. Not me.' Her voice cracked biting her tongue, tears burning in her eyes.
Sagging his head, Enjolras left deflated. Aurore's sobs followed him out into the hallway. Hiding herself away from the world in shame of her foolishness, her heart crumbled into dust.
Two days had passed since the incident in her flat. Aurore's mood kept getting worse. She couldn't eat or sleep. Her heart broke each time she was reminded by him.
Staring at the flame in her fire place, and finishing off her cup of wine in a mouthful, a knock at the door hushed her thoughts.
Making her way over to the door, she heard laughter out in the corridor. Unlocking it, her cousin, Combeferre and Joly greeted her.
'Dear friend. We missed you at the meeting last night. I trust you are feeling better?' Joly swanned in uninvited.
'Please do come in.' Aurore poked at him sarcastically. 'I do feel better, but I would rather not come. I am tired and I have only just got back from classes.' Lie… her mind spoke to her, you cannot hide from him forever.
'Oh come you spoil sport!' Marius retorted, picking up her wine bottle, raising his eyebrows at her.
Sighing in defeat she agreed.
'Great we are running late, you have no time to get ready.' Being dragged out by Combeferre, she did not feel ready for the man she was about to see.
Reaching the top of the stairs, she prepared herself for Enjolras. He paused in his speech, nodding at the men who followed behind her, but avoided eye contact with her.
Combeferre felt her sadness, taking her by the arm she leant into him, and smiled up in gratitude.
'I will get us some wine.' He whispered, Enjolras had noticed the closeness his eyes brooding with a deep envy.
The night was freezing, and gusts of wind caused a worse chill to wash over her body. Marius swayed beside her. Personally requesting to be walked home by him, he kept eyeing her in curiosity.
'What is wrong dear cousin? You have been far from yourself tonight.' His tone was sympathetic.
'I think I am becoming home sick. I miss my mother, and I miss my bed.' Lie…
'It is not long till you can go home for Christmas.' He smiled hopefully. Shrugging her shoulders she looked down. Not wanting to show the true hurt in her eyes.
Climbing into her bed, her mind turned to Enjolras. The way he had avoided her all night…but he did not stop staring. If she was approached by a man he would glare until the conversation was over.
Her mind pounded with the confusion, and the contradiction that Enjolras was throwing her way. Turning over she waited for sleep to come.
