A/N- Thank you for the lovely reviews! I see there are a lot more readers than reviewers however. I am not trying to say you MUST leave a review every time you read, but I would love if you would, so I can improve and learn how to write for an audience with many different tastes. I have also made it so that anonymous reviews can be left as well, meaning that you can leave a review- even without an account if that discouraged any of you! Now on to the story!
I stopped and looked around the garden, but found no sign of the revolutionary. I was just about to give up and go inside, when I heard a rustling of leaves and I quickly took in a breath. What if it wasn't the young man in red I had briefly encountered earlier today? There could be dangerous people about! But my fears were quickly calmed as I saw a flash of red, and then you emerged from behind a large hedge.
And for the first time, I heard your voice for the first time. And while I hadn't thought that deeply then, I later realized that your voice matched your personality perfectly. Soft and gentle when you finally got to know someone, with a deeper and much richer tone that envelopes you softly and makes you want to listen to your soft subjects all day. But, at other times, your tone could be angry, passionate, expressive, and even biting. This tone has and always will tell me about something urgent and make anyone want to do something about it. I find now,that the soft and warm tone was applied for one of your loves, me. But the second hard and urgent was for the other love of your life. Your Patria. And I eventually learned to accept it.
But in your slightly more gentle tone, that was halfway between your soft and your urgent tone, you said hello. And I still remember exactly how you said it, even now. With a little bow, you presented your hand and said, "Madamoiselle, my name is Enjolras." I later realize, how lucky I was for you to have heard my answer, for I would have run in fright and embarrassment due to nerves, if you had asked for me to repeat myself. But I timidly replied, "My name is Cosette, Monseiur Enjolras." And, oh! How my heart leapt to say your name and realize that I had a name other than: revolutionary or man with the red vest to link to you! And everything suited you it seems. Enjolras. It, to me, begins sounding like something hard and flat and uncomfortable. But if you listen carefully, you hear the delicate and soft syllables imbedded within it. Eventually, I will learn that I was indeed correct. It would take a while to get into your heart, but I found that, with the right encouragement, patience and love, I could belong in your heart, for what I hoped was forever. I am both saddened and glad no woman had succeded before me to stay long enough to get through the barricade you leave around your heart. I learned, that you had no mother after a few months of your birth, and that your father was a person of few words and even fewer emotions. So eventually, he died and everything was left to you. But you feel as if you have little to do with the immense fortune he left you for you have dedicated your life to the revolution and thought that if anything, you did not want to bring money into it because that is what you were fighting against in the first place. Of course, it took five months to learn all this in the half hour or so we had a day together and you were quite reluctant to let anyone in for fear of being shunned or having your dreams trampled on. I did not understand it at the time, but now, as I recount our story. I understand everything and it just makes you more perfect in my eyes.
By now, we had both realized we had both been lost in our thoughts for minutes by now, and both blushed, mine a full rosy blush across my cheeks and yours a tinge of red for only moment. And now, my only question was, did you think of me as I thought of you?
Suddenly, we were leaning closer and closer. I was saddened however, because you had closed your eyes as you leaned closer and I lost sight of your green eyes. But I quickly got over it. I was about to get my first kiss! But then, there was a soft and muffled thump. However, all our senses were so acute after being so close to each other, we both heard it and quickly jumped up. There was a cry of, "Cosette! Where are you? It has been over an hour!" And we heard footsteps crunching on the gravel, coming in our direction. I quickly whispered, "When shall I see you again?" to which you replied, "tomorrow, at sunset, right here. Don't be late." I promised I would be here and you quickly jumped off the bench we were on and jumped over the gate, and just in time. The maid looked around, and led me back inside. But as I looked back, I saw you leaning against the gate and I caught your eye. You did nothing but smile at me, but I blushed and look forward again. When I looked back, you were gone.
When I got back to my room, I flopped onto my bed because, I knew I would recap everything that had happened on that garden bench, and how close I was to my first kiss.