Ok guys, I'm being nice and giving you all a chapter today instead of next week. Today is my little brother's birthday, so it'll make his birthday better if I don't annoy him, so I decided to write a chapter today. Hope you guys like it and please leave a review.

All credits go to Victor Hugo as it was he who had the great mind to write Les Miserable.


Enjolras

I didn't wake up until it was almost noon. I usually woke up early to help Eponine out. I was curious what she was doing since she always woke up early.

As I made my way upstairs, I couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. I would have never woken up this late and even if I wasn't awake, Eponine would have still gotten out of bed. A woman like her likes to have her independence in making her own choices.

When I reached my room, the door was slightly ajar. Inside, I peeked and saw Eponine sitting at the edge of the bed, looking in front of her towards the fireplace. I went inside and she didn't seem to have noticed me. When I looked at her again, I noticed that it wasn't the fireplace she was looking directly at, it was a small box on top of it.

No. She wasn't supposed to see what was inside that box. It would just leave her curious and sad at the same time. She might start jumping to weird conclusions, that might just be true.


Eponine

After I got over the shock of seeing what was inside the box, I sat at the foot of the bed. For a moment, I just sat there, looking at the box. Tears started to fall from my eyes because it reminded me of him. The crying eventually stopped, but I still just sat there looking at the box. Inside it had been something I never knew Enjolras had.

Inside the box was the ribbon Gavroche had worn while he had fought at the barricades. There had also been other things in there that had once belonged to the other men, but I had only focused on the ribbon.

There was also something of mine in there. It was a drawing of me. The drawing had been made a couple years ago and I couldn't possibly believe how Enjolras could have gotten it.

I rose up and took the ribbon and the picture in my hands and silently wept again. Some days I still couldn't believe that almost every man that had fought at the barricades died. Especially Gavroche. I could still picture his wide smile ready to talk of many ideas. He was one out of all the three brothers that I had that actually talked to me.

I put the picture and the ribbon back, but still continued to stare at the box.

I didn't have anything that belonged to Gavroche except the memory I had of him. His heart was energetic and free, but he still had lived through pain.

I continued to think about the past when I felt a presence enter the room. I would have turned around to see who it was, but I knew it was Enjolras.

I could tell by the large shadow he made as he entered and his quiet, but heavy deep breaths. I didn't know that I had paid attention to all these little details. But now, I was going to pay to every single little detail in fear that in the future, all I would remember was the big memories.

I wasn't to make that mistake again. I had only paid attention to Gavroche when he was in need of help. This time, I wasn't going to make that mistake. I was going to make my life actually worth it.

As I turned around to face Enjolras, I said one simple word, but full of meaning.

"Thanks," I said quietly that it barely came out a whisper.

As I looked up and faced Enjolras's eyes, I knew he understood what I had said and meaning of it. I turned to face the box again, only this time, Enjolras was rubbing my arm as we thought of the memories of our now dead and lost friends.


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