-Enjolras-

Where the hell will I stay now? I've lost Grantaire and Eponine in about two minutes. How is that even possible? Eponine loves Grantaire, so if he hates me, she hates me. I was hoping me and Eponine could at least be friends, but Grantaire will have ruined any chance of that. I feel like just breaking down and crying, but I can't do that, I'm stronger than that. I have to be. I've learnt to be. What was I expecting to happen anyway? I would tell Eponine I love her and she would forget about Marius and Grantaire and we would live happily ever after? No, I knew in my heart that it would never happen.

It's almost funny, I've always said love was a waste of time. That they were all fools for falling in love. Never really paid attention to women. Now, I've fallen in love. Fallen in love with someone who will never love me. I'm broken. I can't do the rebellion without thinking of her for every damned minute of it. I am fighting for people like her, after all. She is what I'm fighting for. The people the king relies on, needs for the chores that the upper-class won't do. The people who fight to stay alive while there are fat ones who have never gone more than a second being hungry.

All I would ever be able to think about during the rebellion is her. But then thinking of her would bring on thoughts of Grantaire, who was my most loyal friend. Friends for as long as I can remember, gone. Gone over a woman. A woman who I swore never to fall in love with, I swore never to fall in love with any woman. That didn't work.

I lost the one I love, my best friend and my house. I am broken, I am dead.

-Grantaire-

Well this is a mess. Enjolras now thinks that I love Eponine and that she loves me. If only he knew. He really does love her though, he punched me over her. Enjolras very rarely uses any sort of violence. I have to tell Enjolras, but I need the right chance. I'll have to wait for a long time, Enjolras hardly ever gets angry, but when he does, he takes ages to calm down again.

I need to make up with Enjolras before the revolution, all of my friends are taking part in that, Enjolras might as well be murdering them all. Each word of each speech is another nail in their coffin.

I don't believe in the revolution, it's a stupid idea. They're all going to die. My friends are going to die. All of them. I can't just leave them to die, I went to all of the meetings, listened to the speeches, I will fight with them. I will fight with my Apollo.

I go home to try to sort out this mess with Eponine, I need to know who she really does love.

"Bonjour Grantaire," she smiles as I come in.

"Bonjour Mademoiselle," I grin. "Where's Azelma?" I ask, noticing she's not here.

She frowns, "she's in her room writing in that damn diary again. That's all she does now."

"Where's Elle then?" I ask nervously.

She laughs. "Elle is shopping."

"Again?" I groan.

"Yes," she giggles.

"Anyway Eppy-"

"Don't call me that! I told you it annoys me," she interrupts.

"Whatever Eppy," I say and she glares at me. "I have to ask you something."

"Yes?"

I tell her everything, everything. Why I went to her parents' inn, Enjolras' feelings for her, the fight, everything.

She pays close attention and doesn't interrupt, not once, which is very unusual for her.

"Enjolras loves me?" she asks, once I'm finished telling her what happened.

I smile at her blush, "yes."

She looks down at her shoes. "Do you love him?" I ask eventually.

Enjolras said that she said my name in a dream but people say all kinds of things that they don't mean.

She looks up and blushes. "I don't know how I feel about anyone. Although I am glad that I no longer love Marius," she replies with a smile.

I can't help the smile that escapes my lips. She may love Enjolras after all.

I suddenly get overly happy and pull Eponine into a tight hug.

-Elle-

I walk back into the house after being out shopping. I see Eponine and Grantaire my Grantaire hugging. No, no ,no. that bitch CAN'T steal him from me. NO!

I run into the kitchen and grab the biggest and sharpest knife that we have.

"NO!" I scream, pointing the knife at Eponine. "Grantaire is mine!"

"Elle – please, don't." Eponine begs.

"Why shouldn't I?" I squeal, raising the knife.

Eponine- I can't die!

Grantaire- Well it wouldn't be so bad if you died..