A/N: Earlier in the story I had said that it was September, but I really meant late March. I changed it in the earlier chapter that mentioned it, and now it says March. Also, I can't find the files for my last story; I don't know what happened to it! I might have deleted it…

A girl with soft brown curls smiled a beautiful smile showing off her pearly white teeth while skipping and twirling through a golden field under the fading sun. The warm rays that the sun produced cast shadows around the two people, Eponine and Enjolras, as they relaxed in the deserted area. The grass bended in the slight breeze tickling their knees as they walked. The pair wasn't rushed; they were happily taking their time just strolling through the fields.

Eponine looked full of light and grace, her cheeks weren't hollow anymore, instead they were full and devoid of dirt. She wore a dark red dress, and her hair cascaded down her back in perfect ringlets. Enjolras watched her with fascination as she gleefully pranced about, beckoning him to come and join her in her dance.

Grinning, Enjolras took her hands in his and spun her around, but Eponine lost her footing and came crashing down on Enjolras. Eponine apologized for landing on top of him, but Enjolras just smiled in reply and held her close to him.

Simultaneously, they leaned in for a kiss, but something started poking Enjolras in the back.

"Enjolras," a boy's voice said. Enjolras looked around in confusion, Eponine definitely hadn't said it, and there was no one else in the field.

"Enjolras," the boy repeated, and the poking continued.

"Enjolras!" the boy shouted clapping Enjolras upside the head. Enjolras was suddenly, and rudely, awaken from his dream to find Gavroche leaning over him.

"Mm, Gavroche, that hurt," Enjolras said rubbing his head. Gavroche looked absolutely aghast as he looked down at his feet.

"M'sorry, Enjo, it's just that I saw you and my sister lying there together on the streets, which was odd because you don't belong on the streets. You're one of those rich bourgeoisies! So naturally, I came over to investigate, but then you started to… call out my sister's name, I guess," Gavroche said speedily without stopping for a breath. "And you started to… I dunno… Hug her? And well, I tried waking you up, but you whispered 'Eponine,' and then ya tried to kiss me!"

Gavroche was shaken, to say the least. Enjolras was mortified.

"I can explain that," Enjolras said shakily, praying that Eponine was still asleep. He quickly checked to see if her eyes were still closed, and was thankful when he saw that she was sleeping.

A small smile suddenly spread across Gavroche's little face. "You fancy my sister," he said. It wasn't a question.

"Of course I don't! A man like me does not have time for love!" Enjolras protested silently, not wanting to wake Eponine. He never wanted her to hear about this conversation.

Unfortunately, he remembered every single detail from his dream, down to the warm breeze and the gentle sunshine. And the sparkle in Eponine's eyes. Why did he dream such a dream? He couldn't deny that he had been feeling something for Eponine, but was this what it meant? Did he want to kiss her? Did he want to fall in love with her?

Can people fall in love so fast?

Maybe some people could, but Enjolras was practical, and he wouldn't let himself fall in love so fast. On another note, he had an upcoming revolution and No. Time. For. Love.

"I think that you might be lying to yourself," Gavroche said chuckling. Enjolras looked taken aback.

"I am not a liar," Enjolras pouted sounding like a young boy. Gavroche let out a loud laugh and patted Enjolras on the back.

"It is not my place to tell you who you love or not; it is up to you to figure it out. But when, or if, you ever figure out that you love Eponine, don't break her heart," Gavroche said trotting away.

Enjolras watched his small figure retreat, and sat back thinking over everything that just happened. He was most perturbed by his dream; it was improper and just… strange. But Eponine looked so blissful and full of life in it, and it somewhat cracked Enjolras' stone heart and forced a smile on his face. She had looked so in love.

But that was dream Eponine, not real Eponine. The real Eponine had been exposed to the corrupt world with its deceit and betrayal, and that was something that Enjolras would never be able to protect her from. The real Eponine was guarded and she made bad decisions because she needed to stay alive.

"Was Gavroche just here?" Eponine asked rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she sat up.

Enjolras smiled at her, his heart tightening in his chest when she smiled at him.

"Yes, he just left, however," Enjolras said briefly not offering any detail.

"What did he want?" Eponine asked as Enjolras pulled her up to a standing position.

"He merely stopped by for a minute because he thought he saw his sister, but left when he saw you were sleeping," Enjolras said through a loud yawn. Eponine shrugged wishing that Gavroche had stayed, but she was sure that she would see him later.

"Would you like to get some breakfast? Perhaps visit Clara and Grantaire?" Eponine snickered at Enjolras' horrified expression.

"We should save the rest of the money for your father in case we run into him," Enjolras said, not really feeling too hungry.

"That's fine as well," Eponine said. "I'm not really sure what we could do today; I'm not a very interesting person."

Enjolras felt dismayed that Eponine thought so little of herself, when all he could see was light and beauty.

"You should give yourself more credit than that; I think you are interesting," Enjolras said sincerely. Eponine smiled up at him and expressed her thanks.

She saw that even more dirt had wound its way onto Enjolras, his hair was a tangled mess, and bags were forming even deeper under his eyes. He almost looked like he belonged with Eponine.

"I should probably go find my father; I can't avoid him much longer. You should stay at the café, you would only slow me down. Sorry. I'll make this as quick as possible," Eponine said masking her fear.

"I could come with you," Enjolras offered not wanting Eponine to go off by herself.

"I'll be alright; I have lived like this my whole life, I don't need help now," Eponine said running off before Enjolras could further protest.

Eponine knew that her father would probably be waiting for her in his usual area, so she ran there as fast as her legs could carry her. She was relieved and terrified to see her father leaning against a building there and eating an apple casually.

"Papa, I have money for you," Eponine panted out of breath. She handed him a couple francs, only to have her father throw the money back at her face.

"This is all you have brought me, you little brat? I expect more from you!" her father shouted shoving her against the wall. Eponine hid her grimace as she bravely faced her father.

"Get the money yourself! I'm not your slave!" she cried, taking a swing at her father.

"Don't you dare touch me!" he shouted swinging back. "I'll kill you! And I'm going to make it as painful as possible."

Eponine tried to run away, but M. Thenardier grabbed her and pulled her all the way to a river that Eponine used to like to dip her feet in as a child and wash off.

"Have a nice swim," Thenardier spat getting ready to throw his daughter into the river.

"You wouldn't kill me! I get you money! I'm your own flesh and blood!" Eponine cried, allowing her fear to show.

"I shoulda killed you off a long time ago! You're an inconvenience and an extra mouth to feed. But that man you've been hanging around has been distracting you, and if you go off and get married, you'll only send the police after me," Thenardier said before sending her plunging to the depths of the river.

Eponine thought she would never see sunlight again.

A/N: Oooo cliffhanger. Sorry for any mistakes, I just wrote this and didn't have time to edit!