::Eponine::
Eponine and Cosette were silent for a few minutes, involved in their own thoughts. So involved, that they didn't hear the front door open, nor the footsteps that approached the upstairs guestroom. They were both jerked out of their thoughts when someone knocked on the door. "I'll get it." Cosette offered, as if she had a choice.
She gasped when she opened the door. Enjolras was standing in front of her, holding a boy. 'It must be.' "Gavroche." She whispered. Enjolras nodded sadly.
"Is Eponine here?" He said.
Eponine said, "yes", without even turning to look. Enjolras stepped inside and walked over to Eponine silently. She looked up at his face, and frowned. Tears were running down his cheeks. Then she looked at what he was carrying. Her heart stopped for a split second, then started beating again very fast.
Lying lifeless in his arms was Gavroche.
Enjolras lay Gavroche in Eponine's lap, and she cradled his head, tears dripping form her chin. She rocked back and forth with her upper body, but made no noise. Suddenly she stopped rocking. Something amazing happened at that very moment. Gavroche opened his eyes for the final time, and said weakly, "I'll be watching over you."
And with these last words, he lay limp in Eponine's arms once again. Eponine looked up at Enjolras for an explanation.
Enjolras forced himself to speak. "It's my fault. He died to save me. I told him to hide in the wine closet so he wouldn't get killed at the Barricade. All the students died." Cosette let out a sob after he announced this. "The soldiers captured me and brought me into the café, and just as they were about to shoot, Gavroche ran in front of me and got full blow of the shots. I should've got what I deserved. He sacrificed his life so we would be happy together." Enjolras stopped. He couldn't say anymore.
"And Marius is dead?" Cosette whimpered. "
"No." Enjolras said hastily. "He's not."
"But I thought you said they all died." She demanded.
"All that were fighting died, save me. Marius, well..." He looked for how to break the news to her the right way. Then gave up. "He left Paris." Cosette brought her hand up to her mouth. Downstairs, someone pounded on the front door. Enjolras looked out the window.
"It's the soldiers. I must've not killed them all." Cosette widened her eyes. Eponine said nothing. She was sobbing hysterically in the corner where her bed was positioned.
"We have to leave, now." Cosette got up. "We'll go out through a back entrance." She announced. Enjolras bent down to pick up Eponine, but she refused.
"Eponine, you have to leave Gavroche here." She shook her head desperately and sobbed. "Eponine." He said sternly. "Leave the body here." She clung to it for her life. "Eponine." He growled. "They'll find us all and kill us if we don't leave now. That's not what Gavroche wanted. He died to let us live. Do this for him."
Eponine shook her head, but then let Gavroche's body fall onto the bed as Enjolras picked her up. She sobbed. As he carried her away, his hand clamped over her mouth, she looked at Gavroche's body. This made her cry harder, but her cries were suppressed. He looked peaceful, untroubled. But now nothing seemed to calm her down. They left through the back entrance, running through the streets, until they found a cab.
"We're leaving Paris." Enjolras announced.
"What about my father?" Cosette wondered.
"I left him a note." Enjolras replied equally as fast.
Images of Gavroche's dead body floated around Eponine's mind. Nothing...no words could explain the sense of loss she felt. Gavroche was all she had left, and now he was gone. Fresh tears filled her eyes, and the trio squeezed into the small backseat of the cab.