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Chapter 9

The day General Lamarque fell into an eternal slumber was the day the final catalyst was put in place for the events leading up to June seventh. A monarchy had been inaugurated, and since then the Bonapartist movement and republicans alike had undergone the tyrannical reign of Louis Philippe. Though, the former wasn't as cognizant toward the unfortunate entanglements subjected among all classes.

Some thrived, while others suffered. A waif was continuously at the expense of a bourgeois. The feudal system that had developed sustained a sense of injustice, to the extensive nature that those who were below the supposed superior class, were treated as though they were no better than mutts.

All of these biases were what was now the formation of the barricade on which they tread.

The walls of their fort are relentlessly penetrated in a hasty attempt to end the mutiny that roused so many. Bullets graze through the horizon one so desperately beholds from the summit of the barricade.

Shots rang out through the ears of each man, as another buried itself into their flesh. Enjolras held his ground taking aim toward the assailants and firing each shot as though he felt nothing. But how could he continue to convince himself that the sin of taking the life of another is redeemable through reason? That each drop of blood on his hands amounts to a small sacrifice in the long run? That it will be worth it?

In some ways, he discerned that their anti-monarchist insurrection would end up leaving them all as forgotten martyrs, but at the same time, their sacrifice would remain immortal in later stories told of the June Rebellion. Albeit the people had not responded to the initial plead for volunteers, the light haired revolutionary still clenched onto the hope they would come to their aid.

There was a palpable detriment between the opposing sides, leaving them diminishing in comparison to the massive army that stood before. The end was drawing nearer, and soon enough it is evident that the unyielding and single-mindedly devoted youth would soon take his place among the dead.

I placed my faith in the future, and now the vibrant picture I once saw, has now faded with the blood of my companions. Enjolras accepted his fate, gazing upon the resolute features of his friends that once held apprehension and exuded passion. Soon enough my friends, I will fall alongside you with my barricade.

He found himself standing firmly before the Orleanists, the cynical drunken nihilist beside him. With one last raise of the flag, Enjolras consents to death as the light fades into darkness and his world goes still.

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It had been five months since she had left. For five months Eponine had been alone, striving to survive and earn her way into society. Her adjusted attire from the previous wherein she had a roof above her head and floorboards beneath her feet did little to nothing in convincing one for even the lowest of wages in return for labor.

Nevertheless, she managed to escape her life and leave all those whom inhabited her thoughts behind. Eponine had started anew in Versailles as a volunteer nurse for war veterans. The pay way dingy at most, and she lived mostly off of the money grateful families gave her for saving their loved ones. It wasn't much, but it was enough.

So as she sat in the carriage along with a few other volunteers, it came as a surprise to her that a certain blonde-haired revolutionary came to mind with each mile closer.

Yes, Eponine was well aware her new living quarters would be right on the outskirts of Paris, which of course reminded her of all those years she spent surviving off the grime she found on the streets.

It reminded her of good times and bad. Though most were unpleasant, the ones in which his darn person was present seemed to always be welcome. Save one.

She couldn't move. She couldn't speak. All that she could perceive was his anger. Everything had happened so fast, so suddenly that she didn't have time to react. It was almost as if he was a different person altogether. The hate he felt seemed to be tangible in that moment, where all of his composure was lost in a matter of seconds.

He wouldn't hit her. She knew that. But yet her fear was apparent to any who may have witnessed. It was a moment of utter vulnerability for both.

Uncharted grounds, in which neither had ventured. It had started innocent, and led to something neither could fathom. Their lives would change forever, and the separation would be the end of them.

Though unspoken, the compassion they held was there but not developed. A mutual understanding had eventually overcome the two, leaving them to sit idly by and watch as things unfolded for the worse.

And they couldn't do anything the fix it.


A/N: Yeah... I know still not very happy and the pace is quick but you are going to love whats coming up! Just trust mee(:

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