Éponine watched the sunset. She sighed, that day felt like a lifetime. She put a hand on her bandaged wound and sighed deeply. There was still a dull ache, partially from the wound and partially from all of the loses that day.

Éponine went over to where Enjolras and Grantaire were standing.

"I'm fighting next time," she told them, her voice soft.

Enjolras sighed, and didn't answer. He knew she was way too stubborn. Grantaire gave her a rifle.

"There are no bullets or powder," he said.

"Well, can I have some?" asked Éponine, raising her eyebrows.

"There's no more ammo," said Enjolras, quietly. Éponine bit her lip.

"Some dead soldiers on the other side of the barricade probably have some," pointed out Grantaire.

"No, it's too risky," said Enjolras. "You'll be out in the open. If anyone does go there, they have to be as small as a little kid."

Unfortunately, Gavroche was listening to the conversation. He quietly slipped into the shadows, unnoticed.

"That's not the worst of it," said Grantaire.

"Why, what's happened?" Éponine said, turning from Grantaire to Enjolras. Enjolras didn't answer her. She put her hand softly on his arm.

"We're the only barricade left. And the people haven't helped out yet," Enjolras said, in a monotone. Éponine's eyes widened. They were alone. A handful of people with a pile of furniture keeping out trained soldiers with enough ammo to spare.

"Yeah, we're all going to die," said Grantaire, walking away.

"Ignore him," Éponine said. "We still have our flame. Even though it has not reached the people, we can try. And maybe that'll make them see."

Enjolras tried to smile, but failed. "We aren't giving up, that's for sure," he said. He opened his mouth to say something else, when a gunshot ran out from outside the barricade. Both of their faces' pales as they ran to peer over the structure.

Éponine gaped in horror as little Gavroche scurried around, collecting ammo. She could see rifles poking out from cracks and crannies, aimed at him.

Gavroche turned and gave his sister the thumbs up. He turned back around and started singing, "Little people know, when little people fight. We may look easy pickings, but we've got some bite!" Shots are fired, and one of them hits Gavroche in the arm. Grantaire had climbed next to Éponine, and both were nearly on top of the barricade, looking down in fear. Gavroche continued his song, "So never kick a dog because he's just a pup! We'll fight like twenty armies and we won't give up!"

"GAVROCHE COME BACK!" Éponine shouted. Grantaire and the other fighters were shouting t Gavroche to get back inside the barricade. Gavroche grabbed some more ammo, and then he stood up, "So you'd better run for cover, when the pup grows—" A clear target, he was hit with bullets. Gavroche fell to the ground, dead.

"NO!" screamed Éponine. She lunged out from the barricade to get Gavroche, but someone grabbed her around the waist. She was dragged back down the barricade and held there. Éponine was screaming and fighting against her holder to get her brother.

"Éponine, he's gone," Éponine turned to see Grantaire holding her. His eyes were filling up with tears. Éponine looked back at the barricade, as if she was expecting Gavroche to come over there with his carefree walk and happy grin. But she knew he was no longer here on this earth. Éponine broke and down and began crying. She hugged Grantaire, and put her head on his chest. No one disturbed them, as they wept in memory of Gavroche.