A/N: Okay, after a while this was screaming to be done. A friend (you know who you are) made the comment to me that if every girl who Courfeyrac had been that close to committed suicide after the fall of the barricades half of Paris' female population would be dead. I realized the amount of truth to that and just had to write another with the intention of more to come...
Ps. I tried to make this one different from most seeing as this subject is overdone.
Disclaimer: I own none of Hugo's characters, nor do I own Les Mis. I do however; own all of Courfeyrac's suicidal lovers.
Aurore walked slowly, as if not to disturb the bodies scattered around her. She looked over each one with downcast eye. Where was he? She knew he was there. There wasn't a way in the world he had survived this. From what she had heard none of the insurgents were spared, none survived. Then, she saw him. His crimson vest stained darker with his own blood, his body laying limp over another. Even in death he looked to lighten the situation. Not a single tear streamed down her face. She couldn't, wouldn't cry. Kneeling down, she took his lifeless hand in hers. "René" she whispered, as if she were trying to wake him from a peaceful slumber. She heard others approaching and simply hung her head without recognition of the footsteps. René had been al she'd had in Paris and now she had lost him too. The series of footsteps neared her and stopped.
"Mademoiselle, I suggest you leave here." She heard a rough voice say. She looked up to see a man in a national guard uniform staring her down.
"No." Was all she managed to stammer as she wrapped an arm protectively over Courfeyrac's body.
"We," the man said, gesturing to the small group of men behind him, "have to clean up this mess and you will not get in the way."
"But my husband..." She lied, running out of things to say quicker than she could speak.
"Leave."
"No." The man turned around and tersely conversed with one of his comrades. When he turned back to Aurore he had a carbine in his hand. "Leave."
She straightened herself up and spoke. "I will share his fate."
A single shot rang out and the Republic claimed another.
A/N: I know I'll probably get reviews telling me that the likeliness of an event like this occurring was zero, but I, in attempt to be slightly more original than the previous story decided to write like this anyway...so there!