Ok, so here is chapter 7 of this story. Hope you like it and please leave a review.
Enjolras
I had almost fallen asleep when I heard those silent screams and murmurs again. I got up and went in my room to find Eponine tossing and turning yet again. She seemed to muttering the words 'Gavroche', 'run', and 'go'. It wouldn't take a genius to know what she was dreaming about. I too had had those dreams and sort of understood what she was going through. I knew the burden of being reminded that the people you had once cared about, are now dead.
As I had done the other night, I rubbed her arm until her tossing finally stopped. She stopped moving and she seemed to find peace with her sleep.
I decided to go back downstairs because it would be awkward for her to find me in her bed for a second time.
I couldn't help but think that she was different from anyone else I had ever met. She wasn't like those whores in the street. I didn't like using a harsh word like that, but it was true. Eponine had lived a hard life and she had gotten through it. Her brother was dead and her sister was nowhere to be seen. I couldn't imagine how she got through it. No doubt that her father had beaten her every chance he got. Marius had explained to us who Eponine was, but I could guess what she had gone through. Being poor probably had been bad enough, but she had to sell herself to make a living. Everything about that was just wrong. She was a strong and confident woman who didn't deserve the harsh life that she had gone through. She deserved a second chance. A fresh start, and I was going to help make it happen.
Eponine
When I woke up, I felt different. More stronger, but not completely healed yet. At least I was making more progress. I didn't get up just yet in fear that the pain would start to come back. I watched the fires as I had done my first night here. They were dancing as they always did. There was something that I hadn't noticed before.
On top of the fireplace was a small box. Even from the bed, I could tell that the box cost a fortune. The corners of the box had a metal casing. There were carvings on each side. The carvings were waves that made it look like it was the ocean. I wondered why a man like Enjolras would need a small box. And also, I wondered what the box could possibly hold.
I got out of bed and carefully made my way to the fireplace. As I opened the lid, I kept on thinking that I shouldn't be doing it. If Enjolras wanted to keep it to himself, then he shall. But I realized that too late. Inside was something I would have never expected to be there. Looks like Monsieur Enjolras definitely had something to explain to Eponine.
Okay, I'm going to leave you guys hanging. I have an idea for the next chapter, but I won't post it until the weekend. If I don't get 15 to 20 reviews by the weekend, I won't post it until the week after. Hope you liked this chapter and please leave a review.
