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Chapter 8: Lost

Enjolras ran from his room to the coat closet and grabbed his red jacket, "Where are you off too?" Eponine asked from the couch.

"Boys and I are going to the cafe. R's having an emergency."

She sat up, "What's wrong with him?"

"I dont know. He's been acting weird lately and we've decided that the boys need to talk to him. Figure out what's going on." he walked over to the couch.

She nodded, "Well dinner's at seven so be home in time, if R wants to come bring him."

"Alright, see you later." he un knowingly kissed her cheek and walked out of the apartment. Stunned, Eponine returned to her movie. But still, it was hard to admit that her heart didn't flutter when his lips met her cheek.

"Hello Eppie!" her brother's voice interrupted her thoughts minutes later.

"Hey Gav! What do you need?"

"I'm sort of hungry, do you think you could whip me up a grilled cheese?" he had gotten on his knees and was begging for Eponine to do as he pleased.

She laughed, "Yes I'll make you a grilled cheese." she messed with his hair and walked to the kitchen and began to make his dinner.

"Eponine..." Gavroche said from the living room.

"what is it Gav?" she rushed in as soon as she heard fear in her brother's voice. He was pointing at the tv. It was on the local news channel and a reporter was in front of Cafe Musian.

"Around five pm this evening and man walked into this popular cafe with a gun in hand. After ordering his coffee he pulled out the weapon and began to shoot. The police is certain that five are dead and at least 8 injured out of the twenty people in the cafe."

"Oh my god. Enjolras. The boys." was all she kept repeating. She called Cosette, she sent Marius down to the cafe to retrieve any information he could on their friends.

"I didn't see them and the police say they haven't identified anybody and won't until tomorrow. I asked how many victims there were." he paused, "He said most of them were men." Marius told her over the phone.

By the time she had a chance to phone Musichetta she was sobbing, "Joly is at the hospital, I'm sure if he sees any of them he'll call me."she paused, "Do I need to come and pick up Gavroche? He doesn't need to see you like this..."

"yeah. I-if it's not too much trouble." she coughed out.

Musichetta came by twenty minutes later to get Gavroche, "I'm sure they're alright. We'll keep a look out Eponine. I promise to call you the second I hear anything."

Eponine went over to the couch and curled up in a ball. She pulled out her cell phone and speed-dialed Enjolras. "This is Enjolras, I'm very sorry I can't answer the phone right now. Please leave a message and your personal contact information after the little noise." she hung up and dialed about ten more times. She tried the others as well but none of them picked up their phones.

She sobbed for what seemed like hours, her friends were gone. More importantly Enjolras was gone. Her best friend. The only person who cared. Or at least seemed to care, he was fine an hour ago! He kissed her cheek. How she wished she could see him again, hold him and protect him like how he had protected her.

Eponine wished more than anything that she had realized that all of these feelings that she had bottled up inside of her were feelings of love. Not friendship. How she got butterflies in her stomach whenever they laid on the couch together. Or how he would make hot chocolate for her whenever he was worried about her. How he spent every moment of their time together making sure she was ok. When in reality she was always ok, as long as he was there with her.

And now her was...d. No. No. No. No. He was... Lost.

And she was alone.

Why did things always have to leave with her

Being alone?

She got up and wiped her nose on her sleeve, she passed his desk and could smell the old books that had collected on the wooden desk. She laughed when flipping through the books because he had put comments in the spaces given. Some of them were rather funny and she could see him saying certain things. She closed the book and went across the hall to his room.

Eponine hadn't set foot into his room since the day he had moved in, and that was eight months ago. He had, of course replaced the star wars sheets with deep red ones. However one of the original pillow cases remained, which brought a smile to her face.

His room was an organized mess, just like him.

The books were organized by their 'usefulness' rather than by title, or the authors last name. She saw one of his sweat shirts that read "Vive la France" on it. She clutched it in her hand and started crying again. "Calm down Eponine. You don't even know if he is d-d lost."

She found herself ten minutes later wearing the sweatshirt and laying back down on the couch. She could not stop the tears. She knew she loved him. But he was lost? Wasn't he? Where was he if he wasn't? And if he was lost... Did he know the pain that she was feeling?

Why did Eponine always fall in love with people who were lost, were out of her grasp? Why did she always realize things too late? Why couldn't she just be happy for once? She was lost now too.

AN: needless to say I am ready for all of the hate reviews. I'm sorry. It hurt to write this chapter. But this fic isn't over yet so I hope that you will continue reading this, I promise you won't regret it!

Love you all,

T.