I know I haven't updated in a while but I was on spring break guys, so cut me some slack. I might not update for a while after this again.(REALLY SORRY) I will really try to post another chapter either today or tomorrow so I can make it up to you guys.

Sorry for all the reviews thing. It's just that I really want to know what your thoughts are about it. I'm planning to buy the new DVD of Les Miserable so pretty anxious person here today. Here is chapter 8 for you guys. Hope you like it and please, PLEASE leave a review.

Sorry to have kept you waiting so long, but I am not giving up on this story. I have a lot planned for it, I just haven't had the time to,write it all down. Remember to REVIEW. Also to look at my poll and please help me make a decision.

All credits go to Victor Hugo.


Enjolras

Me and Eponine stayed like that for what seemed hours but was only a couple of minutes. She then stood up and looked me in the eye. I guess she was waiting for an explanation since she wouldn't turn her gaze away.

I opened my mouth to start speaking, then abruptly closed it. Was I ready to tell her something as deep as that? Would I be able to tell her my one secret that no one else knows about? These thoughts when up in my head while Eponine just stood there, waiting patiently.

I finally opened my mouth to speak, hoping it was the right decision.


Eponine

As I waited for Enjolras to speak, I couldn't help but notice that he seemed to be nervous, or was the right word for it, nervous. I had never once seen the great revolutionary leader seem nervous. That just made me more anxious for his answer.

"I feel guilty." he said carefully.

What was he feeling so guilty about? Was it because he hadn't died at the barricades? Or was it about starting the revolution? These went up in my heade as I processed what he had just said.

I couldn't believe it because it was too hard to believe. The great revolution leader guilty? It seemed too good to be true. He had such a strong hold on himself then I guess it must be true. How hard it must be for him to admit this to me.

When I looked into his deep blue eyes, I no longer saw a man, but a young boy hurting. I went over to him and put my arms around his waist, feeling uncomfortable. But I knew he needed this. To my surprise, he hugged me tighter, letting all his emotions great leader finally let his walls down and showed what was really beneath him, a broken soul reaching for answers.

I let go and looked into his eyes yet again. Enjolras seemed to be able to explain now and I waited patiently.

"I feel guilty that I led my friends to their deaths, even if it was for a good cause. I didn't think about how it would affect their own individual lives, or how it would affect mine. That barricade changed me, and I don't know if I will ever feel or be the same again."

Something that surprised me even more was that the man was crying. To got plunged into a tight squeezing hug again, but this time I didn't let go as the man was clearly hurting. I waited a while longer for him to explain about the drawing.

"And because of that guilt, I felt the need to keep a part of each of all our friends with me. It reminds me each and everyday, that I will never get my old life back. All my friends are dead. The police would arrest me the minute they saw me. Nothing is what I thought it would be." He said breaking down into a pile of tears.


It took me a while to realize that I was still hugging him. I hastily removed my arms and looked him right in the eye. Enjolras had stopped crying, but still looked like that little boy I saw earlier.

I knew the sadness he felt, because I felt every single day too. Its hard to know that all the people that could have once cared about you, are now dead. I left Enjolras in his room for he had made it very clear that her needed some time alone.

Just before I left, I told him one more thing.

"I know how you feel. Don't go blaming yourself because it wasn't your fault. It wasn't any bodies. Remember, each morning represents a new day, and it tells us that life still matters. Everything happens for a reason, whether we like it or not." and with that I closed the door behind me.


Sorry for not updating for a long time. I'm still young and I get distracted easily. I am writing a new chapter right now with some old characters from the book, so wait for that. If I finish it, I will post it the next day. Please answer my polls and leave a review. Thank you for all the followers and reviews.

I'm making a new story of Eponine and Enjolras so if have any ideas, please pm me or leave a review.

All credits go to Victor Hugo.

~Catherine