If you haven't figured out by now that I don't own Les Misérables, I am afraid that I really can't help you.
"What?" Eponine murmurs, still half-asleep. Her hand flies to the neckline of her chemise and she shakes her head in surprise at finding herself dressed again. The uncomfortable ache, stemming from somewhere in her chest, makes her sure that Enjolras is gone.
"Papa and Julien. Both gone. Both at the barricades. And Papa's locked all the doors from the outside and taken all the keys and…"
"Wait, slow down. What makes you think Julien was here?"
Cosette sighs impatiently, but her words have had the desired effect: color is returning to her cheeks. "My room is adjacent to yours, 'Ponine, I can hear everything that goes on in here. Don't worry, Papa's a heavy sleeper." Cosette is blushing now, but she's careful to hide how scandalized she really is. At least she no longer appears to be on the verge of fainting.
Eponine is speechless. "They're…gone?"
Cosette nods. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears. "There's a note for you, look."
There is. A crumpled sheet of paper lies next to her on the pillow.
Ma chère, she reads, the only thing that could take me away from you today is the promise of fighting for a world where you and our child will be secure and happy. Stay safe at home for me, and I promise I will return. Julien.
Wide-eyed, she looks up. "I have to go after him."
This is just a filler that I wanted to post today, consider it the first part of a longer chapter that I will write tomorrow.