Éponine was so angry and so sad that she didn't notice Marius when she went away; she walked and walked until she arrived to some river. She sat and tried to forget the bad moment she had passed with Enjolras. She couldn't believe his proud, she thought that he was such a selfish and heartless man, but that doesn't changed what she felt about him, of course, she must imagined it, Enjolras just loved the republic, nothing else mattered to him, and she was a stupid distraction that didn't worth it. Thinking about that, made her cry aloud. Her tears felt and streamed down her face. Why him? Why him? Why I always have to fall in love with someone who does not loves me back?

Getting back at the Musain, Marius that listened all Enjolras and Éponine's conversation, suddenly approached Enjolras, we was sorry about his friends, so he stood beside Enjolras, who was still motionless and also hardly breathing. The only thing that could be heard was the accelerated heart beats of Enjolras's heart.

"What have you done Enjolras?" Marius said, watching at the direction in which Éponine left the Musain.

Enjolras did not respond and he looked at the same direction as Marius, feeling as a total jerk and cold heartbreaker. Éponine was surely suffering in that moment because of his fault, and that was killing him inside.

"I am such a stupid" he murmured.

"My friend, don't let her go. Love another person and being loved the same way by the same person it's the best thing in the world. Don't permit she goes away of your life. Be happy by her side. Éponine is your soul mate even when you deny it. Watch me now, now that I've met Cosette my whole world it's so perfect and so wonderful.

That short conversation with his closest, actually his best friend, made Enjolras had many interior reflections with himself. When they first met, he felt something, but he didn't knew what was going on with him, he had never felt that way before because he had no time to distract himself as he was so involved with politic and France coming glory. He was such an embittered and killjoy bossy chief who was obsessed with France and just France and didn't have fun with anything. He was a man who didn't care about girls, who had never kissed one before, who was hard as stone and cold as ice. The 'Marble Statue' as his friends used to nickname him usually. A man who thought love was a waste of time that it's only on books or fairytales and it was just a stupid thing that somebody wanted to get into your head to distract you from what really matters like your Republic and people's freedom. He used to think always that fake ideas of love, until he met Éponine and she made him see that everything he ever thought about feel emotions wasn't right. She made him saw a new world of freedom as he always wondered, but with so much more included: HER. He realized now that even though she was a poor girl, that did not detract her true value as a person, she was the most wonderful, the most beautiful and most amazing girl he ever saw, because he had always thought that girls only cared about jewelry, make up and money, but Éponine didn't and that was surely because of her hard life, but also, she was a revolutionary, she was interested about politics and freedom also, of course not so much as him, but she also wanted justice. Enjolras now stated to adore her more than everything else. Everything about her made him lose his mind: the unique way the dimples form on her face when she smiles, her way to frown, the way she talks, the way she argues about everything she doesn't think it's right, the way she moves, the way she says his name, the way she teases, the way she laughs… everything. She was so perfect. She was his and he was hers forever. Even when she was in love of the perfect Marius before, she felt in love with him! She loved him, with his bad humor, even when he was the most serious and most embittered of all the men of his age, she loved him for all we was, his good and bad things. He also felt that way about her and he regretted he didn't meet her before. They were meant to be and they had to find each other in spite of all.

So he realized even more that he made an awful mistake with her denying what he felt for her.

He ran away and looked for Éponine to apologize with her and confess his feelings. He went to the Gorbeau house where he saw Éponine the other day; he looked for her in all the places he thought he could find her, but all in vain.

Since that day, Éponine didn't came back to the Musain, actually, she tried no to pass closer to that place. Enjolras missed her so bad, the thing he wished the most, was watch her again. He understood she needed time, because she got really mad at him.

At the Musain they were all full of happiness, celebrating and dancing about Joly's birthday, except Enjolras who was sat in a corner with a book he didn't open, thinking about the things he messed up with Éponine, the things that might have been with her in that moment if he hadn't been so stubborn and stupid with his emotions.

He had a spoon and he was spinning it over and over, trying to find a stupid purpose for it. He had not the same face as always. This face… was really sad, really guilty, really… with no sense of life. He only though about the girl he was in love with. He decided. No more. No more making himself a stupid. He stood up, and went out at the Musain.

All of his friends realized that he was gone, in a moment of despair.

They all looked at each other in complicity.

"This isn't about Éponine, is it?" Bahorel asked.

"I think it is about her, actually. I mean… don't you see his face. This man is finally in love. What a miracle!" Combeferre responded really happy and surprised.

"Say whatever you want my friends, but I believe our girl Éponine it's perfect for him" Laigle said holding a cigarette on his hand and smoking from it.

Then, all of them were haggling about that. They came to the conclusion that it was about her. They thanked Éponine in their minds. If they adored and loved her before, now they loved her and adored her even more. The thankful thought was because of Éponine Enjolras was now less mad, less serious and less embittered as he used to be regularly, thanks to that wonderful girl.

"Let's make a toast my friends!" Joly exclaimed, he was a little bit drunk by that moment… many shots with Grantaire… not so good idea. "For our chief Enjolras and this beautiful girl he felt in love with, our dear Éponine Thénardier".

They all toasted and they continued drinking, singing and celebrating about the good things that were happening on their lives.

In return, Enjolras was so desperate to found Éponine, he didn't care he was walking on the rain and even he didn't care he didn't know where to look for her, the only thing he cared about in that moment was to find her and ask her for forgiveness, and tell her he loved her more than he ever expected to love something or somebody, he was deeply in love.

He was in the darkness and he barely could see the direction he was walking in. He suddenly saw a female figure of a girl who was standing up and she was before leaning against a wall as she surely had been crying in fetal position and she didn't care about she was soaking and insurance she would contract flu. Immediately, Enjolras recognize that girl. It was her! Éponine!

"Éponine!" he exclaimed and he started running in her direction. She also saw him and recognized him, but she didn't really want to see him, so she ran away from him. Even though, Enjolras wasn't going to give up, so he followed her running as fast as he could, he didn't get tired in any moment. His effort was for nothing because Éponine disappeared on the shadows of the night and hid from him.

When he didn't see her anymore, he stopped running and stood by, wetting himself with the cold rain that was falling of the sky. We could swear that he was crying now because of her. He lost her, forever. She didn't want to be with him, thanks to his blind proud. He didn't realize until that moment that he had deeply hurt her.

Sadly, he put his hands in pockets, turned his torso and walked until he got home. He sat on his desks hiding his face in his arms, ashamed, sad, and totally heartbroken. What he should do now? Forget about her? No. He could not forget her even if he wanted to. You can't forget the one you love of day to the next. Especially if that one is Éponine Thénardier, because, in spite of all, she was beautiful, brilliant, witty, honest, clear, and even though everything she had passed, in spite of the family she had, she was kind and she had good feelings.