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Enjolras finally closed his book. He glanced at his clock, gently ticking on the dark wall. 11:30. He sighed and ran his hands through his golden curls, thinking back to the girl on the street. She had looked so broken, and alone, sitting they're in the rain. He had guessed that it had something to do with Marius, given the way she had talked about him, but he thought that there was something more, hiding there. Enjolras had no feelings. He was a marble man, and didn't understand love, but as he thought of the small, broken girl on the street, a small crack appeared in his marble heart. He didn't know it, but it was there.

Enjolras climbed into bed and turned out the light, but sleep just wouldn't come. There was too much on his mind, thoughts of selfish Pontmercy, of his studies, but most of all the girl on the sidewalk. What was her name? Emma? Ellen? He felt a flush in his cheeks for not remembering her name. But, he thought, all she was was a brown haired girl. She didn't mean anything to him. He had bigger things on his mind then her. Didn't he?

Hard as Enjolras tried, he couldn't shake the thoughts of the dark-haired girl out of his mind. He sighed and got out of bed. He needed to clear his head.

He laced his boots and put on his crimson waistcoat before locking his apartment quietly and stepping out onto the dark street. His feet took him down the lane, and before he even knew where he was going, he ended up walking the paths of his favorite park. He strolled about, not knowing or particularly caring where he was going. He came upon a small path, leading by some trees and benches, lit by a single streetlight. He noticed a figure sleeping on one of the benches, dark haired, slender, in faded jeans and a ripped t-shirt, small arms wrapped around her knees to keep warm on the chill October night. He was about to pay the girl, for he realized it was a girl, no mind, but then, the events of earlier came rushing back to him.

Eponine.

"Mon dieu." said Enjolras quietly.

Eponine was awoken by the sound of faint footsteps. She shivered a bit, on the park bench, and wrapped her arms tighter around her knees. She lay very still, hoping the person walking would not see her.

Sure enough, the footsteps passed, and Eponine breathed a small sigh of relief. But then, the steps stopped, and her breath caught in her throat. Then, she heard a familiar voice, quiet and a bit exasperated. "Mon dieu."

Eponine sat up and whirled around. Sure enough, her amber eyes met pure blue ones, and for a moment, Eponine and Enjolras just stood, looking at each other. She finally broke the awkward silence by saying: "Enjolras? What are you doing here?"

His voice sounding a bit stiff, Enjolras replied: "I could ask the same of you, Miss." She sighed. "It's a long story."

He looked at her one last time: "Well, if you're happy on your park bench, I'd best be on my way." He began to walk off, but Eponine stopped him with a small: "Wait." He turned around, a questioning look in his blue eyes. "I can't go home tonight. That's why I'm sleeping here. There's too much… tension for me to go back.

Enjolras locked eyes with her, and she thought she saw a tiny hint of pity hidden there. "Don't you have anyone to go?" Eponine couldn't help it, her eyes filled with tears. Enjolras sighed. "Perhaps you can come back to my apartment for the night, at least until your home situation gets better."

Eponine smiled a small, grateful smile, and stood up from the cold bench to stand by Enjolras. He offered her his jacket, which she took, noting the comforting smell of paper that came from it. He motioned for her to follow, and she came along, with small steps padding gently on the dirt of the park.

Enjolras let her to a darkened apartment building and up some musty smelling stairs before stopping in front of Number 11. He unlocked the door, and she stepped inside, breathing in the air.

He turned on the lights, and said: "Well, here's my house. I'm afraid I don't have a spare bedroom, but the couch is a pull out. Just make yourself comfortable there and I'll see you in the morning. Blankets are in the closet." Then, Enjolras disappeared into his bedroom, closing the door. Eponine stared after him, eyes pricked with grateful tears as she lay down. Getting no blankets, she simply used Enjolras's red coat to cover herself, and was soon lost in the land of dreams.

A few moments after he had shut the door, Enjolras remembered that Eponine still had his treasured red coat. Sighing, he quietly opened the door in order to retrieve it.

The lights were off, and he could hear the sound of her soft, even, breathing. He crept into the living room, only to find that Eponine was using his coat as a blanket. He sighed, and tucked a stray curl behind his ear. "Mon dieu." he whispered.

French translation:

Mon dieu: My god. (As in sarcastically, like "Oh my god" or "Really?")

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