A/N: Sooo this is my attempt at third person POV. Our story is almost coming to a close… Don't abandon it because you think the ending will be sad, I trust you'll be satisfied with the ending. HAPPY 84 REVIEWS to me! Hahaha, thanks guys sooo much for your reviews. I kind of understand that Lady Gaga song that severely annoys me: I live for the applause. I write for the reviews reviews reviews, and to ship my OTP, ship my OTP.

His World.

***3rd person/ Enjolras's P.O.V***

Enjolras sat on the floor in the dirty alley lifelessly. He stared down at the floor, his eyes hopeless as Marius's were for it felt that neither would be getting their love. Suddenly, Enjolras jumped to his feet as if he'd been electrocuted. The barricades! He remembered suddenly and he rushed out, ready to lead his men and volunteers, hopefully, to victory.

When he got back to the barricade, he looked around. The warriors were making preparations. Some were preparing to die by hugging their friends and sobbing, others were preparing to win by loading their guns and running errands around the barricades to fix things and to prepare for glorious battle.

The blonde man of marble spotted one of his best friends, the wise Combeferre and called him over. When the young men found themselves face to face, Enjolras presented his plan.

"We must lower mattress to prevent the bullets from ricocheting and killing us all in the next attack," Enjolras said.

"Oui, but how can we do it without the National Guard seeing? The men who lower the mattresses will be killed instantly," Combeferre said.

Enjolras remained silent for a second, thinking quietly and then his eyes lit up as a plan formulated in his brilliant young mind. "We'll turn off the torches, and we'll have a martyr put the red flag back up on the top of the barricade. He'll distract the National Guard while the citizens lower their mattresses."

Combeferre smiled the best he could in this situation and nodded, "Sounds perfect. Do you have a pocket watch?"

Nervously, Enjolras fumbled around his jacket and found a silver pocket watch. He looked at it and his heart was filled with emotion, it was only a month ago when he looked at it simply for the time of his next class; nothing important. Now it controlled the fate of his patria.

"Oui," Enjolras nodded slowly.

"Alright, in ten minutes torches will go out, find a champion to raise the flag," Combeferre said before running off towards the apartments.

"Tell Feuilly to tell his men on the roofs to prepare their bombs and their guns," Enjolras called after his friend.

Combeferre threw a thumbs up over his head while Enjolras watched his friend leave for a moment, and then with the urgency of a lover about to stop his love from marrying another, he staggered up the barricade and onto the stage.

"Listen up," He called at half the volume he normally did.

The people, who were already relatively quiet, went graveyard silent. Enjolras glanced around looking at each man in the eye to let them know that he was ready to be their leader once more.

"We must hoist the flag again," cried Enjolras.

He picked it up where it had fallen, right at his feet. At the same time they heard the rattle of ramrods in the muskets as the soldiers reloaded.

"Who is brave enough?" demanded Enjolras. "Who's going to put back the flag on the barricade?"

There was no reply. To climb on the barricade at that

"Does no one volunteer?"

Enjolras scanned the crowd, his heart sunk. Was no one willing to die for their Patria? Then why were they here?!

"Is Eponine dead?" A voice shouted.

Frowning, Enjolras called, "Who said that?"

The crowd stepped back, and Montparnasse glared up at Enjolras then demanded again, "Is she dead?"

His heart froze. Enjolras could not tell this man the state his beloved was in partly because he didn't know and partly because he was afraid that Montparnasse would try to steal her again.

"Not yet, but her condition isn't well," Enjolras bluffed. He held back tears at the thought that his lie might be the truth.

"Then I'll take the flag," Montparnasse grumbled, climbing up the barricade.

Enjolras took a step backwards, "But she could live!" he blurted without thinking.

"I owe it to her," Montparnasse shrugged, he took the flag from Enjolras and looked down, his back turned on everyone and he said softly, "I didn't protect her, I was supposed to… we were supposed to get married you know."

A spark of jealousy burned in Enjolras's heart, but he still respected Montparnasse for accepting this task. Trembling, Enjolras patted the young man's shoulder.

"We have to wait for about five minutes, then we'll turn off the torches and you'll raise the flag," Enjolras said softly.

Montparnasse nodded and sat on the stage. Enjolras sat next to them and someone handed Montparnasse a bottle of wine. He sipped, and then handed the bottle to Enjolras who also drank and gave it back. The pair could have been friends if they'd grown up under different circumstances. If they fought for the same cause –whether it be good or evil- they'd have been invincible.

Enjolras glanced down nervously at his pocket watch. One minute. They finished the bottle of wine, and then stood. Enjolras turned to his audience, and with a motion of his hands all the torches went out. The world felt electric once more as it always did before blood was shed.

"Take care of her for me," Montparnasse said before climbing the barricade.

The blonde boy watched the other equally handsome black haired boy climb the barricade. Enjolras had tears in his eyes and he vowed, "I will."

It was silent, Montparnasse kept climbing, and when he reached the top he stopped, stalling unknowingly as the mattresses were being lowered. He glanced at the world once more and in one redeeming moment, he dug the flag into the barricade and became an honest man. A million shots fired at once and the young criminal was saved from a life in the galleys. He was dead.

His body rolled down the barricade and Enjolras caught it quickly and swallowed back tears. Slowly, he removed Montparnasse's coat and raised it to the people.

Frowning, he declared, "This is our flag now."

"You at the barricades listen to this," the voice of darkness, the leader of the National Guard called, "The people of Paris sleep in their beds, you have no chance, no chance at all, why throw your lives away?" The revolutionist side of the barricade remained silent, and the voice continued, "We shall give you one hour more, to pray or ponder your fate. Do not make the wrong decision."

Enjolras glared at the barricade, mentally killing the voice. There was a scuffling noise coming from the man of marble's crowd, and a boy with an unfamiliar face came forward, climbed the barricade and whispered to Enjolras, "I come as a messenger from Barlett's barricade, yours is the last standing."

Heartbroken, Enjolras clambered away from the boy. Impossible! Things have been going so well for them, Enjolras thought horrified. Barlett had been the man with the red beard, the true leader of this student revolution. Suddenly, everything around him crumbled. Had he been fighting in vain? Was this a dream that was never to come true? Enjolras had control over nothing, not his destiny, not his dreams, and for a flashing moment he didn't even have a grip on his world.

A/N: JTLYN (JustToLetYouKnow) a man by the name of Mabeuf was the original flag putter-upper. Yep, he was some old man whose wife got sick and died after he sold all his treasured books one by one because they were poor. I chose to replace him with Montparnasse kind of just to get rid of him, but also to see him in a different light. I do believe that under different circumstances, 'Parnasse and Enjolras could have been friends. Keep in mind they're all around the same age.

P.S: OH WAIT! ALSO, ANSWER MY QUESTION:

Who would you rather have live:

-Courfeyrac

~or~

-Grantaire

JUST WONDERING…