Chapter two
Grantaire saw Enjolras laying in the street. He staggered toward him.
"Enjolras?" Grantaire asked. He grabbed a stick that was on the ground and proceeded to poke him with it. "Enjolras?" Grantaire decided to kick him gently with his boot. "Enjolras? Hey, Enjolras! Wake up."
Grantaire kicked him over and saw Enjolras' eyes wide open. He saw the blood on his shirt and gagged. He backed away all of the way to his flat and passed out.
The next day Grantaire made the somber walk to the café. Maybe what he saw was just his imagination or an absinthe dream. He walked in and sat at his usual table. Joly and Lesgle entered the café and saw Grantaire. His face was ashen. He looked as though he had not slept. He looked up at them.
"Have either of you seen Enjolras?"
Joly looked at him. His usually cheerful expression was absent.
"Yes. He was..."
"So it wasn't an absinthe dream... my Apollo is gone."
Grantaire collapsed onto the table and began sobbing. Joly and Lesgle pulled up chairs and sat next to him.
"Don't cry, Grantaire... I'm sure he died nobly," Lesgle whispered.
"It's not that... It's just that if I had not been distracting him and telling him to stay, he would've not been killed."
"You don't know how long he was dead."
"He called out to me before he died... I thought it was just a dream."
As the rest of Les Amis filtered in, they all shared the same expression. Gavroche had seen Enjolras when he first woke up and ran to tell everyone. He had Enjolras' body hidden away. Combeferre tried to lead the meeting. Grantaire left early to his flat. He laid down on his bed and wept. After two hours, he cried himself to sleep.
Grantaire saw Enjolras laying in the street. He staggered toward him.
"Enjolras?" Grantaire asked. He grabbed a stick that was on the ground and proceeded to poke him with it. "Enjolras?" Grantaire decided to kick him gently with his boot. "Enjolras? Hey, Enjolras! Wake up."
Grantaire kicked him over and saw Enjolras' eyes wide open. He saw the blood on his shirt and gagged. He backed away all of the way to his flat and passed out.
The next day Grantaire made the somber walk to the café. Maybe what he saw was just his imagination or an absinthe dream. He walked in and sat at his usual table. Joly and Lesgle entered the café and saw Grantaire. His face was ashen. He looked as though he had not slept. He looked up at them.
"Have either of you seen Enjolras?"
Joly looked at him. His usually cheerful expression was absent.
"Yes. He was..."
"So it wasn't an absinthe dream... my Apollo is gone."
Grantaire collapsed onto the table and began sobbing. Joly and Lesgle pulled up chairs and sat next to him.
"Don't cry, Grantaire... I'm sure he died nobly," Lesgle whispered.
"It's not that... It's just that if I had not been distracting him and telling him to stay, he would've not been killed."
"You don't know how long he was dead."
"He called out to me before he died... I thought it was just a dream."
As the rest of Les Amis filtered in, they all shared the same expression. Gavroche had seen Enjolras when he first woke up and ran to tell everyone. He had Enjolras' body hidden away. Combeferre tried to lead the meeting. Grantaire left early to his flat. He laid down on his bed and wept. After two hours, he cried himself to sleep.