A/N: Nothing to say about this one. 'Tis the usual 'Ferre...philosophical, friendly, loyal, and with the occasional bout of insomnia. ^^; This one's about 20 words over 100...sorry, I like 'Ferre and enjoyed writing him a bit too much. X.x
~ Tomorrow Is The Judgement Day ~
~ Combeferre ~
They say that before you die, your life flashes before your eyes.
As I lie here now, images flash through my mind. Not of my life, however. Of Enjolras's.
Pictures of a golden-haired boy run through my mind. One in particular stays with me. The boy is young, only ten or so. His eyes are dark, hurt, and they take in the pain of the people around him - and the weight of knowing he is the only one who can help them.
The weight remains with him now. The lines that crease his brow are numerous. And tomorrow, we follow him into freedom...or into death.
I roll over on my side, with a sigh. Enjolras, mon ami, I can only hope that you are having less trouble sleeping than I am.