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Enjolras

Tea with Eponine was strangely quiet .I could tell she was thinking about that day of the barricade.I always found myself thinking of how I could have everyone ,even little Gavroche.I recounted the times that I had seen her .She had always followed Marius around. It was a startle to find out that she was Gavoche's older sister and then he died fighting to help the revolution out.I couldn't think of how I would feel if one of my siblings died.

That made me think of my father .He had only taken care of me for my mother's and sister's sake .I had stayed with them only a couple of weeks while my wounds had still been healing.I was forced to leave and live by myself .They gave me a certain amount of money each every two months.I knew that my dad was only doing it for my mom's sake.


It was late in the afternoon when Eponine finally decided to come back downstairs .After breakfast ,she hurriedly scurried back .As she descended ,I saw that her face was pale and shallow and her hair loosely around her had a petite frame.I could tell that if had been better taken care of ,she could have made a beautiful woman.

"Good afternoon Monsieur ."she greeted and settling herself down into a chair.

"Good afternoon to you as well and please call me Enjolras."

"Of course monsie...I mean Enjolras.Please just call me Eponine.I'm far from being a lady."

"So Eponine ,are you doing alright?"I asked with a true concern

"Monsieur ,that has been the second time that you have asked me if I am alright ,and I am.I assure you ,you not need to worry about me."she said


The sun had started to descend into the horizon with concluded that it was almost night time.I had used to have a cook in my apartment ,but that had all changed because of my father.I rose up from my chair and headed for the kitchen and Eponine followed.I knew how to cook a little ,but Eponine suggested to help .She was a far better cook than me and I was grateful to have a decent dinner for a change .For a girl who had lived in the streets ,she knew how to cook well.

After dinner ,she suggested to sleep on the couch for the night ,but I declined.

"Eponine ,you are my guest and considering your conditions ,I will not allow you to sleep on the couch."

She just nodded keeping her head low as she climbed back upstairs .I couldn't help but think if she had nightmares about the barricades.I found my self waking up from a nightmare every night since that day.

I settled myself on the couch and found myself unable to sleep.I tossed and turned and sleep just couldn't seem to find me .That was when the moaning and soft screaming had started .It wasn't loud enough for the neighbors to hear ,but enough for me.

I rushed upstairs to find Eponine kicking and thrashing in her sleep.I guess she did get nightmares.

I sat on a chair near the bed and tried to calm her down without waking her up.I gently rubbed her arm and she seemed to calm down a little.I could tell that whatever she was dreaming ,she couldn't bear to see .As I continued to rub her arm ,her breathing slowed to a normal pace and she seemed to have finally calmed down.

I stared at her face the held beautiful eyes and lips that looked soft to the touch .Her chest rose with her even heart beat.I smacked myself for looking at her and for thinking of such things.

I had never looked at any other woman like that .Even when other women had tried to flirt with me ,I had ignored them.I felt like Eponine wasn't like other people .She and other people like her were the reason why I had wanted to start the revolution.

I didn't know what kind of feelings I had for her.I had either saved her the other day from pity or out of care and worry.

I guess someone had finally broke my marble statue and touched my heart.