:Marius:
It was very early in the morning when Marius was awakened by a knock at the door. Sitting up groggily, he rubbed his eyes and wondered who in God's name would be walking around at this time of night. Slowly he made his way towards the front door and opened it cautiously.
"Marius? It's Enjolras and Eponine." Marius jerked awake quickly at the sound of his best friend's voice. He opened the door to its widest and let Enjolras in quickly, a sleepy Eponine dragging quietly at his side.
"Enjolras! You got my letter!" He closed the door and embraced his friend. Enjolras nodded, a weary but ecstatic smile plastered on his face. Without a sound Eponine made her way upstairs and into an adjacent bedroom. Enjolras's smile instantly vanished, and he sunk into a chair, defeated.
"Enjolras?" Marius sat in the seat next to him. "Everything all right?" Enjolras raised his head tiredly.
"I don't know how to even begin explaining." He shook his head back and forth slowly. "Pour us a few drinks?" Marius agreed and hurriedly poured two glasses of strongest liquor he could find. When he returned, Enjolras gratefully downed the whole drink in a matter of seconds.
"Well, I suppose I should start from wherever the hell the beginning is." Marius was taken aback by his friends harshness. "A while after you and Cosette had returned to Paris, Kate had her child. Then Mark came back and Pierre shot him." Marius gasped. "You don't even know the half of it. Kate died in childbirth." Marius's eyes widened. "There's still more." Enjolras's voice got softer. "Pierre committed suicide after that. Right there, in his very own house." Marius got up and poured another set of drinks. Enjolras finished his second drink very slowly, as if each sip was his last.
"What happened after that?" Marius looked genuinely concerned, all the tiredness completely erased from his face.
"Eponine got really upset."
"Naturally." Marius blurted.
"So I followed her back to the house." Enjolras ran his hands through his hair and sighed. "Marius…" He drank what was left of his drink. "She's pregnant."
"W-what?" Marius stuttered.
"Pregnant." He repeated. "And Eponine is upset with me…we haven't had a normal conversation in days."
"Are you…are you going to get married?" Marius deadpanned.
"We talked about it once…but that really didn't end on the best terms." Enjolras closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "I'm going to go to bed. Talk more in the morning?" Marius nodded silently.
"Goodnight Enjolras." Enjolras smiled sadly as he walked up the stairs. Marius stayed downstairs for a long time after Enjolras had gone to sleep, staring out a window, watching the sky turn from light to dark.
A/n: By this chapter in this book, I no longer care what is truthful to les miserables or not because my story is so over the reality line that the line is a mere dot. Hahaha…ok…so r/r. No updates till I get 5 reviews or more.