20/8/13
And here it is … the end of the road. The final chapter to Lost Without His Guide. There have been highs and there have been lows but I sincerely thank all of you that have been reading this from the beginning and have had the patience to stick with me.
Epilogue
Combeferre stood in front of his mirror shaking. He hadn't looked at the scars at all. Enjolras had made sure to cover them up at all times and all mirrors had been removed or covered up. But as he was getting dressed for the first time since the incident, it seemed the right thing to do. How could he move on past this if he was still too scared to see the impact? Combeferre pulled the filthy shirt, Enjolras had dressed him in when he was first rescued, over his head with trembling arms and threw it across the room. The cuts were now all pink lines littering the entirety of his torso but they weren't scary. Combeferre lightly trailed his finger over each one individually and nothing happened. There were no flashbacks to the incident, no stabbing pain; nothing, just the light sensation of the fingers travelling over raw skin. Combeferre smiled slightly; there was nothing to worry about, he was still the same. The mental wounds would heal like the physical ones were. He was still Lucien Etienne Combeferre, brother to Julien Enjolras, guide to La Amis de l'ABC. Combeferre gently buttoned the new shirt over the scars; the trembling had disappeared and finally he had his confidence back. He would go to the Café Musain with Enjolras and they would welcome him like before. Nothing will have changed.
By the time Enjolras finished getting ready and made them both breakfasts, Combeferre was ready and completely calm. Grantaire was still ill but he was massively better and would be back on his feet soon. Jehan was still babysitting him and they were playing dominoes on the bed sheets, while the other two occupants were out. Enjolras tentatively smiled at Combeferre over breakfast but Combeferre was too confident and prepared to let his best friend's concern worry him. He knew everything would be alright and that was all that mattered. "You sure about this Ferre?" Enjolras asked as he passed his older brother a jacket.
"I'm sure Jolras. I need to do this," Combeferre smiled softly. "Then everything will be well again," he nodded, more to convince himself than his fellow revolutionary. Enjolras linked his arm with Combeferre's supportively and smiled a real smile this time. Combeferre nodded and they strode out the door, leaving the past behind them.
The End
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