Didn't I say there might possibly be an epilogue? Well there isn't. (I have great sarcasm, don't I?) This story has inspired me to continue writing romances because, as it turns out, it's really fun! :D


As Grantaire and Éponine walked offstage, they were greeted with loud cheers from everyone still in the audience. Marius and Cosette were quick to hug both of them, but especially Éponine.

"You guys play a really convincing and adorable couple. Wouldn't you agree, Marius?" Cosette asked innocently. Marius nodded, then winked at Éponine when Cosette wasn't looking.

"I take it you're alright with him then?" Grantaire whispered in Éponine's ear. She nodded.

"Oh will you two stop with the whispering already?" Enjolras appeared behind the pair. Grantaire and Éponine exchanged a mischievous smirk, followed by Éponine hugging Enjolras and Grantaire messing up his smooth blonde curls. "Ugh. I swear I'm moving out of my dorm." Enjolras took a second to straighten his hair and jacket, then stepped back to regain his dignity. "That was a nice job, both of you. It was nice."

"Really? Did you really like it, Jake?" Éponine forced out all the fake sweetness she could muster.

Enjolras leaped backwards. "First of all, never under any circumstances call me Jake. Second, yes, I did like it. How can I say no to the classic plot of overthrowing a tyrannical king?" Off in the distance, Inspector Javert laughed a little bit. Enjolras looked down at Grantaire and Éponine's interlocked fingers. "Ugh. I mean, ew. Just... ugh. Get a room, guys." Partly to calm his girlfriend and partly to annoy his roommate, Grantaire solidly placed a kiss on Éponine's forehead.

As Enjolras sprinted away, his copy of the script fell out from under his arm. Already disturbed by the sight of his best friend not only sober but romantically involved with someone, he did not notice. "Monsieur Enjolras?" Inspector Javert called after him. As he returned to retrieve the book, the aging officer smiled. "You went to see a play and brought the script with you?" Enjolras nodded, steadily turning the same color as his jacket. The Inspector continued to laugh, hiding his inner confusion. "I couldn't help but overhear your reason for liking the play. You have a funny way of looking at things."

A little intimidated but also wanting to be friendly, Enjolras tried to continue the conversation. "Is there any particular reason for you liking the play?"

"I've always liked Macbeth's punishment for breaking the law. It's very satisfying to see him get put back in his place at the end. Also, the Weyard sisters, they remind me of," No. Even when slightly drunk, there are some things you just don't tell people. Especially not strange, rebellious college kids. "somebody I once knew."

"Inspector? Are you all right?" Jean Valjean questioned.

"I'm sure I will be, what was your name again? Ultimas?"

It was the first time in 29 years the inspector had used Valjean's first name. "Javert, you're drunk."

"Perhaps a little. I wasn't planning on driving right away. I was going to walk around Hart Park for a while."

Valjean cast him a worried glance. "Stay off those bridges, Monsieur. Honey Creek is unpredictable this time of year."

Javert tipped his hat gravely. "I'll keep that in mind."


What can I say? I like ending with Javert. Hope y'all liked the little bit about Enjy toward the beginning. Usually I romantically ship him with Éponine, so I figured they would be awkward as friends. Awkward, yet adorable. Anyways yes. This is the actual end of the story. Valete and auf wiedersehen!