A/N: Here it is, the last chapter! I just wanted to say thank you for all of your follows, favorites, and reviews. It really means a lot. I'm currently working on another Enjonine fic, so make sure to stay tuned for that. Thank you all so much for everything. I don't own Les Miserables.

After the battle.

Eponine let go, letting herself melt into the sweet darkness, her waves of nausea slowly lapping away from her like waves in the ocean at low tide.

She had always wanted to visit the ocean. She had never seen one. She vaguely remembered asking her parents to bring her when she was just a small child. A memory came to her out of the bleak and sad darkness.

Holding onto her father's leg, whining and crying about one thing or another. Her father swatting her away drunkenly. The petite notes of Cosette's singing ringing through the air. Her mother rushing off to the other room to check on her, yelling and slurring about how she was supposed to be cleaning.

The things that had once meant so much to Eponine meant so little now.

She had gotten what she wanted, to die in the arms of her one true love.

When she finally woke up, she was still lying on the pavement. She looked around, propping herself up on her elbows, confused.

She looked down at her stomach. It was no longer bleeding, the wounds were completely gone. She was clad in the dress she had always worn, the plain brown one. Except now it looked clean and neat. Pretty even. Eponine had no trouble getting up from the pavement. The barricade was no longer there. There was not a person in sight.

"Hello? Où est tout le monde?" A voice echoed through the empty streets. Eponine ducked into an alley, hiding behind a wall. But she recognized the voice.

Eponine peeked her head around the corner. There was Jean Prouvaire, looking clean and fresh just like her. He was no longer hurt, also like her.

"Jean?" Eponine asked quietly.

"Eponine!" He exclaimed, looking happy to see another human being. "Where are we?"

She looked around for a moment. "I... I think we're in heaven, Jean."

A smile came over his face. "Oh, this would be wonderful to write about."

Eponine smiled.

"Anyone there?" A small voice piped up in the distance. Eponine knew exactly who it belonged to.

"Gavroche!" She exclaimed, dropping to her knees, her eyes darting. "Over here!"

Gavorche peaked his small head around the corner, a bright smile splitting across his face as soon as he saw his sister. She held her arms open and he ran to her, hugging her tightly.

One by one, the rest of the barricade boys appeared, confused, their heads peaking around corners and walking tentatively to the center of the square.

They decided to wander up the stairs of the cafe. Everything was silent. The main room was preserved as it had been when she left it earlier that morning. Had it only been a few hours ago?

Grantaire found a bottle of wine in one of the cabinets and the boys celebrated. Eponine sat in the main room for a few moments more before entering the back room she had spent all of her nights in for the past week. Then, she smiled.

She knew just what she had to do.

Enjolras lay dying behind the barricade. The soldiers were beginning to retreat, murmuring happily amongst themselves. They had won. They had shot down the only remaining revolutionary and marched away.

But Enjolras had won on the inside. For himself, for his friends, and for his love.

"Enjolras..." A sweet voice breathed into his ear.

Eponine had begun to appear at his side. He wasn't one of those kinds of people to believe in things like that, but somewhere inside of him knew. It really was her sitting next to him.

"I am so proud of you, Enjolras..." Her voice grew stronger.

"I'm dying, Eponine, oh my God..." He panicked, a thick coat of some sort of dark haze seemed to swim in his head as the blood drained from him slowly.

"I'm here..." Eponine breathed.

"That's all I need to know." Enjolras said softly, a small smile spreading his lips.

Enjolras reached out for her, like she had towards him just hours before. A warm feeling gripped his hand. He recognized her small fingers stroking his palm.

Then, she fully appeared in front of him. She was kneeling, bent down to hold his hand. She looked different, in the best possible way.

Her brown hair was pinned back, cascading down her back in curls. It framed her face in a way that made her look delicate and beautiful, even more so than how Enjolras saw her already. Her skin was finally clean, pale under all of the dirt. It sparkled in an angelic way. Her eyes were filled witch complete and total happiness.

Eponine wore her plain brown dress. Except for now, she had the body to fill it in. The places where it used to hang loose were now filled with fresh, clean skin and muscle.

He glanced down at her small, feminine hands. The fingernails on them were pale and neatly trimmed short.

"Look at me," She smiled the smile that he loved, and he noticed that her teeth were perfectly white, "Look how beautiful I am."

"You always have been..." He whispered weakly.

A light blush covered Eponine's cheeks. "Come with me, Enjolras..."

Enjolras reached up towards her, his bloodstained hand touching the warm glow of her cheek. She knelt down farther and kissed him on the lips softly, grabbing his hand and helping him get up slowly.

Enjolras looked down at the ground. Instead of being blood-stained and dirty, the pavement was shining and clean. He was no longer bleeding. His clothes were clean, neat, and immensely more comfortable.

Eponine steadied him, her arms resting on his shoulders. She planted kisses down his neck. He chuckled and brushed through her newly soft hair. She moved in front of him, grabbing his hand and smiling.

"Follow me..." Eponine whispered.

She guided him to the cafe, leading him up the stairs.

"We have both lived in hell for the past few years. I, hopelessly in love with someone who would never love me back. You, struggling to save a land that should have died a long time ago. But now it's our time." Eponine said steadily, turning around.

She pushed the door open into the makeshift bedroom. There lay the mattress and candles the way they had left it before.

"For forever." Eponine reminded him of the words she had spoken just days before. Their hands wrapped together, she lifted his and planted a kiss in his palm. "Just like I promised."

"I love you," Enjolras breathed out, looking at her, his eyes melting into hers.

"Shall we?" Eponine grinned.

And they lay down together, limbs intertwining with limbs. Enjolras planted kisses on the top of Eponine's head, Eponine's fingers stroked Enjolras's face affectionately. Constantly touching as one. Forehead to forehead as they drifted into a joyful eternity of sleep.