Thanks so much for all the reviews and new favs and followers for the last chapter! 16 reviews for the one chapter... Anyway, I now know how I'm going to end it, sorry but it's really sad.

-Enjolras-

I look around for Elle to tell her about Lamarque's death, but I can't find her anywhere.

I see Grantaire clumsily stumbling out of the café with a half empty bottle of green fairy in his hands, "Grantaire!" I shout, running over to him and hoping that he's not too drunk.

"What is it Apollo?" he asks, I don't bother telling him not to call me Apollo because I know that he won't listen and I haven't seen Elle in a long time so I'm growing more and more anxious.

"Have you seen Elle?" at this Grantaire seems to freeze. He begins to look much less drunk and actually a bit sober and stiffens up before he replies.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"No."

"So you have seen her?"

"No."

"You haven't seen her?"

"No."

"Grantaire stop it!"

"No."

"Taire please, this is important."

"No."

"Grantaire!"

"No."

"Fine then you useless drunk," I snap angrily, storming off. Sometimes I really do hate that drunk.

I run my hand through my hair in frustration, why is Grantaire so useless? I'll try asking Eponine, she had always seemed to get on well with Elle.

"Eponine!" I yell, running over to the table that she's sitting at in the café.

Her face seems to light up when she sees me, "hi Enjolras," she greets.

"Have you seen Elle?" I ask, panting from exhaustion from running around the whole of Paris looking for her.

"No, why?" she frowns.

"I haven't seen her in so long, not since we left to visit my mother," I reply.

"Sorry, I haven't seen her since then either."

"It's okay, well I have to go find her.. bye Ponine!" I shout, running off. I think I hear her say bye but I'm not sure so I just carry on out.

-Eponine-

"It's okay, well I have to go find her.. bye Ponine!" Enjolras shouted as he ran out of the café.

"Goodbye, Enjolras," I say quietly, he doesn't hear and I sigh.

I am about to leave the café when Marius comes bustling in. "Ponine!" he shouts. Please god no.

"Marius," I say curtly.

"Ponine you'll never guess! I've decided!" he says excitedly.

I can't help but to chuckle, "decided what?"

"I'm going to ask Cosette to marry me!"

I freeze. Now that I wasn't expecting. I choke on thin air, "what?"

"I know, I know. It's very soon, right? I just love her ever so! I can't imagine life without her, I would not be able to bare it! I may even kill myself if she says no!" he says dramatically.

"Well we better hope she says yes," I reply.

"Do you want to see the ring?!" He asks, pulling out a small red case before I can answer, "look!"

There's writing on it. Cosette Pontmercy. He's obviously not prepared for her to say no if he says he would kill himself and then got her name with his last name inscribed on the ring.

I love Enjolras, but this hurts far more than I could have imagined. It feels like every word of love that he speaks about her is another dagger thrust into my already broken heart. "Stop it Ponine!" I shout, meaning for it to be in my head but it comes out aloud.

"What's wrong Ponine, are you okay?" Marius asks, sounding genuinely concerned.

I can't help giving a slight smile, "yes monsieur I'm fine, but I have to go. Goodbye monsieur," I say, leaving the café.

-Enjolras-

I eventually give up on finding Elle, well for now. I head back to the café, hoping to find Eponine. But she's not there. I see Marius sitting at a table with that dumb lovesick look on his face which he so often has now. "Enjolras!" he shouts, "can I tell you something?"

I sigh, "no Marius, I am busy and have far bigger concerns than your Cosette."

He glares at me, "fine Enjolras, calm down."

I must have sounded harsher than I had intended.

"I'm sorry Marius, but there's the revolution-" I cut myself off when I realise that I am not the least bit sorry. I shake my head at him and walk over to Combeferre.

"So?" Combeferre asks as soon as I walk over to him.

"What?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"What's happening? You know, with you and Eponine," he asks.

I can feel the heat rising up in my cheeks, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know, Enjolras," he sniggers, "I see the way you look at her, now answer."

"Nothing, Comb," I reply.

He raises an eyebrow, "no Enjolras, I'm not dropping this. Do you love her?"

I look down at my shoes, I know that he will never drop this, "yes. I do."

He smirks, "does she love you?"

"I… I don't know."

"You haven't told her you love her?"

"She knows I do."

"Then how do you not know if she loves you?"

"I just don't, Comb!"

"Geez, calm down Enjolras, I just think that it would be good for you. A woman would take away some of the stress of the revolution."

"I'm sorry Comb, but you're right. The revolution is just so stressing, we don't have much time. Three days. That's it. And I want to get Eponine away from it, I know that she'll try to fight but I can't let her die, all that just adds to the stress," I sigh.

"I know," he replies, "but just think about it."

If only he understood how complicated all of this is for me.

"I will," I sigh. "But now, have you any news on the revolution?"

"No, but Courfeyrac and Gavroche have," he replies.

I nod and walk away to find Courfeyrac, he seemed to be spending a lot of time with Gavroche lately, I suppose he sees him as a little brother.

The only news that he had was that he had three more guns, it wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. I try my best to remain positive, but it's proving to be far more challenging than I ever could have imagined.

-Eponine-

I take a walk around the streets late at night, just like I used to when I was upset or worried. Or more often both. I'm both right now. And the reason why is quite obvious. One word: revolution.

I had finally found love with Enjolras and now death will steal that from me. And that from so many others… I know about Enjolras' plans to keep me away from fighting, I now know for sure, I heard him talking to Bahorel about it. He plans to leave me with Grantaire for him to 'babysit' me. Enjolras is smart but this idea must be the stupidest plan that I have ever heard. He will need all of the luck in the world to keep Grantaire and I from the fighting. We both want to protect him. Enjolras won't die on our watch. I wish that I could say the same for Grantaire and I, but I cannot be certain, I know that we are both willing to give our lives for Enjolras. Enjolras might try to do the same thing for us but Grantaire and I must be the most stubborn people on the planet, put us together and we are unstoppable.

The scary thing is how alike Grantaire and I both are. The stubbornness, the fire, getting drunk more often than we should, but most of all that we have both experienced extremely painfully unrequited love. And I think that Grantaire still is.

I for Marius, who now I really can't stand. I don't think that it was really him who I was in love with, he showed me kindness and I suppose after no one else showing me any kindness I was in love with the thought of love. I now know that Marius had only pitied me, nothing more.

And Grantaire for Enjolras. His love isn't as obvious as mine was for Marius but he had confessed his love for Enjolras to me one night when he was drunk. I feel guilty beyond belief about Enjolras and Grantaire, even though I know that Enjolras doesn't love Grantaire and that Grantaire is happy for us. But I feel like Cosette, who 'stole my Marius away.' I feel like I'm 'stealing his Enjolras.'

In a way, I admire Grantaire for how he is dealing with unrequited love, not getting drunk to numb the pain, but about still being kind to me. Even though I no longer love Marius I could still never bring myself to be kind to Cosette. And not just because of when we were children.

I am interrupted from my thoughts when I hear an all too familiar voice from behind me. "Miss me?" I can feel the smirk playing on his lips.

"Parnasse."

"Oui, but did you miss me, mademoiselle?" he asks in a mocking tone.

"What do you want?" I snap frustratingly.

"Isn't that obvious? You," he replies, covering my mouth with his hand and dragging me away with his free arm.

I let out a muffled scream, desperately wanting someone to hear. Wanting Enjolras to come and rescue me. But no one comes.

Montparnasse drags me to his house and brings me to the room that he had kept Grantaire locked in.

"What do you want with me?" I ask, trying to hide how terrified I am.

"Your love."

"But you hate me," I state confusingly.

"That is where you are wrong, mademoiselle. "

"Well I am sorry but I do not love what I fear," I snap.

"Ah but fear can turn into love," he replies, leaving the room and I can hear him locking the door behind him.

I will never love that rat, the only feelings I have for him are fear, hate and pity. Yet his words replay in my head. "Fear can turn into love."

Wow I don't think that I've ever wrote a happy chapter in this…