A/N I wasn't planning on updating this so soon, but I felt like I needed to for Eponine because she was my first reviewer! Thanks to everyone who has read, followed, and favorites this! Please continue to read and review review review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Les Miserables or any of the characters, unfortunately. I am one of the many writers who loves to play around with the characters that Victor Hugo brought so amazingly to life.

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Eponine, stood outside the door of the Cafe Musian shifting her weight from foot to foot anxiously, every few seconds glancing at the old clock that hung a few doors down. It was seven in the morning.

Why were they still closed!

She had stood in the doorway for a few seconds, panic rising in her throat. She quickly swallowed it however and looked over the note once more. Over the course of the week she had read and reread the letter hundreds of times. And each time she smiled, if only a little. At the thought that Enjolras was still in her life in some way.

Her Enjolras, had not left her completely.

Eponine turned quickly as she heard shoes against the stone pavement, headed towards the Cafe. However, it was not the friendly plump woman who had given her the letter from Enjolras. Far from it actually.

A man, that stood a few feet taller than Eponine in height and had a rather intimidating build swaggered forward towards the cafe. Coughing out into the open every few steps. It was obvious that he was drunk, for when he walked he looked as though a harsh gust of wind was forcing him from once side to the other. He looked oblivious to the world around him, Eponine thought. That is until he met her eyes and suddenly he grinned wickedly, quickening his unsteady pace towards her.

Eponine, turned away from the man and faced the door of the Cafe once more. She swallowed and began to bite her bottom lip.

They had to open soon.

For a moment, a blissful, relief filled moment, Eponine thought that the woman had finally made it to the Cafe and the drunkard would make his way to his corner and she to her side.

This was not the case however.

As she turned and smiled slightly, her relief instantly turned to fear as she saw the tall man standing less than a foot away from her, still wearing the same mischievous grin. "Hello dear. Aren't you a bit young to be out and about on your own?" He chuckled and stomped his foot against the hard ground.

Eponine, stepped away and nodded politely at the man. Hoping to end the conversation that had only just started.

The man did not seem to enjoy that. His voice quickly turned from playfully, drunk, to infuriated. "Did I say you could leave, Girl?"

Eponine refused to look in his direction, refused to acknowledge what was happening. Because in the back of her mind, she could see what would happen sooner or later if no one arrived to her aid. It had happened plenty of times with her Papa before.

When a drunk person gets mad, there's really no reasoning with them. Especially when they have their mind set on one thing. And at the moment, the drunkard's mind was set on picking on Eponine.

When Eponine did not respond, the man grabbed her arm and a whimper of pain escaped her throat, which only caused the man to grin even more savagely.

"Didn't your parents ever teach you to look someone in the eye when they're talking to you?!" The man reached his hand into the air and slapped Eponine across her right cheek.

She had felt worse, of course. However this one came as such a surprise, she yelped and pushed the man away, grasping her cheek in the palm of her hand.

The man seemed to be getting angrier by the second, however the anger in his eyes was subdued momentarily as his eyes flitted to the letter that had escaped Eponine's hand as she had released it to caress her cheek.

"What have we here?"

Eponine, reached for the letter. But was shoved away by the man with one of his thick arms.

He began to read the letter then chuckle bitterly.

Tears rose in Eponine's eyes and she tried to snatch the letter away from the man. Those were Enjolras' words to her. Not to anyone else, and he was laughing at them.

Her fury built up until she hiked her arm back as far as she could and punched the man square in the nose.

The man groaned and grabbed his crooked nose and dropped the letter in the dirt, then stomped one of his booted feet onto it. He then continued to grab Eponine by the shoulders and tighten his grip so hard that Eponine was certain it would leave bruises. She didn't mind though. All she wanted to do was get her letter back.

The man kept his foot on the letter and raised Eponine off the ground, "You shouldn't have done that."

Eponine reached towards the letter that lay on the ground. She barley hearing the mans threats anymore. She realized what they were though, when she was suddenly flying through the air, out of the man's grasp. And out of control. She swung her arms wildly, trying to catch herself. She landed however, against the Cafe door, her head taking the hardest blow.

She moaned in pain as everything spun around her, and as she put a hand to the back of her head she felt something wet. Why was her head wet? It wasn't raining.

She didn't worry about it long though. As soon as she saw the letter once more, she tried to stand to her feet and when that failed, she crawled to where the letter lay on the ground and tried to tug it out from underneath the man's boot.

"Enjolras! Enjolras!" Her voice was a strangled sob breaking free of her throat.

She continued to cry his name out, hoping somehow he would come to save her now, and stand by her side as he always had.

It was not Enjolras, whoever that she saw answer her pleas for help. As she clenched her fist over the letter that had been stomped on repeatedly then hugged it to her chest, she saw two faces. One, was the man who had hurt her Enjolras by stomping on his words. And the other she was nearly certain she had hallucinated for she had not seen the face in nearly a year.

Black spots began to cloud her vision, the last thing she saw was a enraged drunkard trying to fight off a man who was not backing down anytime soon. A man who looked angry enough for one to assume he had been the one who had been attacked.

The man who had rescued her from the drunkard knelt down after the fight was over and everything continued to darken.

I can't die yet. I haven't read my Enjolras' words.

He patted her cheek and looked into her eyes. His lips were moving but she heard no words. But before everything went dark, she was able to manage one word. She whispered the man's name with a voice that sounded broken, desperate, and thrilled all at the same time.

"Grantaire."

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Everything came into focus rather quickly, Eponine thought. Though, she was inside the Cafe Musian when she awoke she was certain she could not have been out for long.

"Ponine? You alright?"

Grantaire's voice was the first she heard, and she jerked her head in it's direction immediately. Rising to her feet, her knees shook under her weight however she didn't care. At the sight of the man that stood before her she felt strength rush through her body like a great wind.

"Taire? You're alive!" She whispered, then ran to him and clung to him tightly, as though she was afraid he would disappear into thin air.

"Yes." Grantaire, said. Surprise present in his voice.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you come over, or write, or do something!" Eponine bumped her boney fist against his chest repeatedly and silent tears fell down her cheeks.

"I didn't see a reason to.. I thought it would only be worse. For both of us.." He swallowed then glanced away from Eponine's piercing stare. "Since Apollo's been gone.."

Eponine released him from her grip and nodded slightly. "I understand." Though, on some level she did. She could never truly understand why he had not at least given her some sort of information that he was still alive. She was about to scold him once more when it hit her.

"Oh, Grantaire! But he's not gone. He's gone of course, but he left behind letters! My Enjolras left me letters, Taire! And you can read them with me." She wiped her eyes and then wiped her hands against her skirt and looked around the Cafe anxiously.

"Of course it's not as good as speaking to him, or hearing his voice. Or feeling his skin have any warmth to it. But-" She paused, taking in a shaky breath. "It's something."

Grantaire's eyes had grown wide and for the first time, Eponine realized that he actually seemed to be sober. Yes, he had dark purple circles under his eyes and he had a few days old beard, but he looked nothing like a man who was hungover. And acted nothing like a man who was drunk.

"Really? Apollo, left you notes. Did-did he leave me any?" His voice was growing with hope by the second and Eponine swallowed as she shook her head slightly.

"I don't know, Taire."

Grantaire's eyes seemed to loose a bit of spark they had left and his shoulders slumped as she said this. She took his hand in hers then lead him unsteadily towards the front of the cafe. The plump, bright eyed, woman who worked in the front was now there once more and she grinned when she saw Eponine.

"Morning dear. Are you here for your next letter?"

Eponine and Grantaire both nodded excitedly.

The woman reached underneath the counter, then took out another cream colored, sealed, envelope and handed it to Eponine.

The woman's eyes grew tight as she saw Grantaire waiting patiently with his hand held out. She cocked her head to the side. "And what's your name, honey?"

Grantaire smiled slightly, as he began to get ready for his letter. "Grantaire."

He spoke it proudly, as Eponine had never heard him speak before. He turned to Eponine as the woman began to look through the cabinet and smiled brightly. "I wonder what Apollo wrote to me."

Eponine chewed her lip anxiously and watched as the woman stood back up straight and looked pitifully in grantaire's direction. "I'm sorry dear.. There's nothing here for you."

Grantaire's face fell immediately and his eyes filled with unshed tears that he obviously did not want anyone to see. "O-okay. Thank you.."

Eponine took Grantaire's hand in hers once more and walked him into the back room, lead him to his old seat then held her hand out to gesture for him to stay. She walked out of the room then returned moments later with a bottle of wine in hand.

"Just like old times." She mumbled, then handed the bottle over to Grantaire, who's cheeks were lined with tear tracks.

"Thank you." He whispered. Obviously unable to find his voice.

Eponine nodded slightly then took her letter in hand and opened it as Grantaire opened his bottle and began to drink the wine slowly.

The moment she saw his handwriting once more, her eyes filled with tears which she banished quickly. Not wanting to loose a moment of reading her Enjolras' words.

The letter read,

Eponine,

This probably is a really bad way to start off this letter, but ah.. You went to bed mad at me tonight.

I'll be honest, because I don't think I should lie in these things. I still think I'm right. But hey, whatever, By the time you read this, you won't remember what we were fighting about and I don't really want to bring it up but just trust me, it was a decent sized fight. - You threw a plate at my head…

Remember now? Ah, I dunno. Maybe you don't. I bet you do though. Listen, I keep rambling and I know I shouldn't but I want these letters to sound like me. You know? Of course you do.. You know me better than I do. That was a stupid question..

Listen, here's what I need you to do this week. The first thing you need to do is do NOT throw any plates at people. Please. For me. Oh. My. Word. Don't roll your eyes at me! I'm dead for crying out loud! The second thing I need you to do is go out, with someone. I don't mind who. Actually I do. If any of the guys made it through, and I pray they did. Go out with one of them. I don't really trust anyone else with my beautiful Eponine.

You don't have to stay anywhere long, and it doesn't even have to be a date. You might not be ready for that. Just, go out. And try to have some fun alright?

Thanks, beautiful. I'll talk to you again soon okay?

I love you more than anything. And I always will. Please remember that, always.

All my love, my dear Eponine.

~E

Eponine closed the letter and let out a loud breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "I love you too, Enjolras." She whispered, barley even audible to her own ears.

Grantaire, she realized was watching in her direction and was glancing quietly over her shoulder, finishing the last of the letter he smiled slightly, then cringed away when he saw she was watching him.

Eponine raised her eyebrows, waiting for an explanation which he filled with, "I'm sorry, I ah.. That was just.. That was real nice.. Of Apollo, to write you those letters. You must have meant something real special to him."

Eponine swallowed as she saw the sadness in her friends eyes and handed both of her letters over to him. "Let me know when you finish them."

Yes, they were hers. and They were Enjolras' words. Her Enjolras' words. However, she was not the only one Enjolras had been a light for.

If this helped Grantaire get through, then so be it. She thought.

Grantaire finished the notes fairly quickly, and the two sat in silence for a while before starting a conversation slowly. Neither mentioned Enjolras though. Because it was to soon for that, for both of them. A year was not nearly enough time for either one to remember him in a way that would confirm his death.

Grantaire walked Eponine home that night and said he would see her again next week. Eponine shook her head and said they would see each other sooner. She was not going to let him slip through her fingers. Because at the moment, he was her only friend. And in honesty, they needed each other. She knew she would reread the letters again and again until the time came for a new one, and she would let Grantaire read them as much as he liked as well. Because, even though they were not Enjolras' words for him, they were still Enjolras' words. And that was enough for the two of them.

TBC

A/N Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! I will try to update soon! Until then, review please!