::Marius::

a/n: There will be a short Enjolras P.O.V at the end of this chapter because it was too short to make a chapter by itself. Also, the chapters will be very short for a while here on because I need to make it that way in order to have the right P.O.V at the right time and place. Sorry in advance for the puny chapters.


Marius was already at the barricade for twenty minutes when he saw Enjolras arrive. By that time, all the students were talking about Marius's proposal to Cosette. He kept trying to make eye contact with his best friend, but Enjolras seemed to be avoiding him.

Enjolras's knuckles were white from holding his gun tightly, and he wore a scowl on his face.

"Congrats, Romeo!" Grantaire yelled drunkenly, throwing his fist in the air.

"Say what you will Grantaire," Marius said half-heartedly. "But don't forget that I'm the one that has the girl!" Enjolras turned and glared at them both as he got into position.

That settled it. Enjolras was furious with him. All of a sudden, everything didn't seem so wonderful to Marius. Amidst all his happiness, he realized that so many were dying. He felt the gloom and sorrow of the scene he was fighting in, and saw why Enjolras was angry. He shouldn't be swooning over a girl now, not when there was a battle to be fought for the people. All at once he was fighting an interior struggle. Either way it was a losing battle for him. Either way he was a traitor to something he cared about. If he picked Cosette over the fight, he would lose his best friend, and his purpose. If he chose to fight, he might lose Cosette, the only woman he ever loved.


Enjolras's P.O.V.

What was Marius thinking? Proposing was bad enough, but telling everybody who'd care to listen was the limit. He was supposed to be fighting for the people; did he not know or care about that at all? His country was depending on him, so why did he choose to go running off with a woman? Enjolras felt nothing ill towards Cosette, he just thought of it as plain ignorance how Marius was acting. He was almost positive Cosette would have never asked for something like this to occur.

"Marius." He thought savagely to himself. "I do not doubt you mean it well, but now there is a higher call. Who cares about your lonely soul? We strive towards a larger goal. Our little lives don't count at all!"

The words ran through his head, forming a chant, a vow to fight...to no end, no matter what.


a/n: Oh god, (sigh), I was so stupid when I wrote this chapter two years ago! I thought it sounded good to put these words in! oh well, can't change it now, it fits.