A/N: I'll apologize in advance. Sorry about this chapter. And there's a reference to Doctor Who.

The moonlight shone in the barricade, and everyone could see. It was a beautiful full moon. Courfeyrac and Joly stared at it, wishing Jehan and Bossuet were still there with them to witness this.

A couple soldiers fired down on the barricade, and a cloud blocked the moon. Everything was dark, and students didn't shoot back. They managed to collect some more ammo, but didn't want to waste it. Plus, they couldn't see.

Éponine stayed with the wounded, helping out Joly. She squirmed as she heard the gunshots. The moon shone again, and the soldiers were gone. She cautiously walked out and looked around. She saw a body lying on the ground, moaning. Éponine walked over there, and knelt down beside him.

"Oh no…" she whispered, horrified. She pushed away the curly, black hair and stared at Grantaire. She unbuttoned his vest, which was sticky with blood. She bit her lip as she stared at the blood soaked shirt.

"Can you get me a bottle? It might ease the pain," Grantaire said, uncomfortably.

Éponine ignored him and turned away, "ENJOLRAS!" she shouted. Enjolras frowned and ran over to them. He stopped dead in his tracks.

He slowly went over to Grantaire's side. He didn't notice everyone backing off to give the two some space. All he saw was Grantaire.

"R, can you hear me?" Enjolras asked, kneeling down next to him.

Grantaire chuckled weakly, "Yeah, Apollo, although it is weird to see the god of sun outlined by the moon. I am happy you're here."

"R, you're going to be okay," Enjolras said, trying to reassure his friend.

"No, I know a lost cause when I see one," said Grantaire. Enjolras put his arm around his shoulders and his other arm around his back. "Looks like I'll be a martyr…"

"R, please, don't go just yet," Enjolras said, panic in his voice.

Grantaire reached an arm up and touched his cheek. "Do not be upset, Apollo. I don't want my last memory of you to be like this. A god should not be troubled by a mere mortal's death."

Enjolras held Grantaire close, "Listen—"

"I've been listening to you forever. Now it's your turn," said Grantaire. "Apollo, I have to admit that I've admired you. I…well, the right word is love, I guess. Although I knew you could never love me back, I never gave up. I decided I wanted to kiss a god in my lifetime, so I did. I also want you to love Éponine because she's been through a lot. You two need each other, at least while everything lasts. I feel selfish, for wanting you by my side in Heaven tomorrow. But I want you to live, and I'll doubt if I'll get in Heaven. And, forgive me, Apollo."

"I forgive you, but for what, I do not see," said Enjolras. "You've always been there to remind me that I have flaws, and yet you still admire me like a god. And I've never really realized that I've taken you for granted. And you will be in Heaven, R, count on it. You deserve to be there." Enjolras was tearing up.

Grantaire smiled, but winced. He was slowly fading. "Well, since it's my last chance to say it. Apollo, I love you."

Enjolras smiled, "I love you too, R."

"Can I humbly ask of something?" Grantaire asked, weakly.

"Anything," Enjolras said, pushing back Grantaire's hair.

"One last kiss?" Grantaire asked, softly.

Enjolras leaned down and kissed him. He could feel Grantaire kiss him back, and then stop suddenly. His lips grew cold, and Enjolras drew back. Grantaire's eyes were closed, and there was a slight smile on the cynic's lips. Enjolras stood up, and picked up his body. He carried him through the crowd of students, and put him softly on a table. "Goodbye, my love," he said, kissing his forehead. A single tear strolled down Enjolras's cheek.