A/N: Last chapter! This story is now officially over. Anyways, just want to say thank you to all of the reviewers and the people who followed/favorited it. I hope you guys enjoyed the story!
Enjolras stood in front of the gates. They were gigantic and Enjolras felt humble compared to them. They opened up to a familiar figure.
"Combeferre?" Enjolras stepped forward. Combeferre was in his regular suit, with his regular spectacles, and still looked like he was in his twenties.
"You look much younger," Combeferre stated. Enjolras glanced down and put a lock of hair before his eyes. He was his 26 year old self again, wearing his red vest and simple clothes.
"Where are the others?" Enjolras asked.
"Inside. Follow me," Combeferre said, walking in. Enjolras followed him and was amazed by what he saw. It was Paris, a new and revolutionary Paris.
"It's beautiful," Enjolras breathed. Combeferre led him down the streets until they got to a main square.
"How long does it take you to die?!" Bahorel snorted, leaning against a wall next to Feuilly.
"Sorry," Enjolras said, as he was being hugged by Jehan and Courfeyrac.
"I can't believe you named your children and grandchildren after us!" Bossuet exclaimed.
"I can't believe you named your children after Maximilien Robespierre and Charlotte Corday! Why in the world did you name your daughter after her? Wasn't she against the revolution?" Courfeyrac asked.
"Just the Reign of Terror and the violence. She was very brave, and reminded me of Éponine," Enjolras said.
"Aw thanks," Éponine said, walking over to them. Enjolras smiled brightly and hugged her.
"I've missed you," he said.
"I've missed you too," Éponine said, softly.
"At least you didn't name your daughter after Napoleon's wife, like Marius," Feuilly said, smiling. "That was a bit creepy."
"Uh, Enjolras?" Joly nodded towards where a figure was lurking shyly in the street. Enjolras recognized the tuff of black hair.
"R is probably worried Éponine's taking Enjolras away again," Courfeyrac smirked.
"Enjolras, go," Éponine said. "I've had years and years with you. He needs some time too. Besides, I won't be lonely. I'm not on my own anymore." To prove her point, a little boy ran over to her.
"Come on, 'Ponine! You promised we could find Azelma," Gavroche said. He smiled when he saw Enjolras. Éponine grinned and took her little brother's hand as they walked away.
"Enjolras!" Marius and Cosette ran over to them. Another man was with them, and Enjolras assumed it was Cosette's father.
Enjolras smiled and hugged Marius and Cosette. He looked over and saw Musichetta laughing with Joly and Bossuet. His gaze traveled back to Grantaire standing in one of the streets.
"I have to do something, I'm sorry," Enjolras said, walking away from them. He went over to Grantaire.
"Hey," Enjolras said simply.
"Hey," Grantaire said.
"You know, why don't we take a walk?" Enjolras asked. He took Grantaire's hand and squeezed it.
Grantaire grinned, "I think that's an excellent idea, my dear Apollo."