Missed Calls

by msblaineyxo

"E-Enj?" Eponine asked, her hand on his cheek, "Y-You're alive?" Enjolras gave her a strange look, one of unknowing. Suddenly, Eponine's hand felt out of place on his cheek. "I-I'm sorry, I don't think we've met," He said, "Have we?" "What are you talking about, Enj?" Ep whispered, staring into his eyes, "Do you really not recognize me? He shook his head and her world crumbled.

3. Chapter 3

She glanced down at the poster in her hands. It had been written hastily on a manilla envelope and a spare picture of Enjolras had been stapled to the paper. And somehow, just seeing the picture made her feel a tiny bit whole again.

MISSING: ADAM JAMES ENJOLRAS

LAST SEEN: WORLD TRADE CENTER

OCCUPATION: FDNY

HEIGHT: 6'0"

AGE: 23

"Enj, where in the world have you gone?" Eponine asked to nobody in particular. She looked at the wall in front of her, words like "Missing" and "World Trade Center" were scattered in front of her. She saw pictures of smiling faces. A man taped up a poster next to her. She gave a small, sympathetic smile and he did the same.

Maybe Enjolras was dead. Maybe he had been killed on impact. Eponine just prayed that whatever happened to him was quick and painless. She prayed he was warm and safe and happy... wherever he was.

"It's my daughter," The man said quietly and Eponine glanced at his poster. A smiling girl holding a champagne fluke was laughing at the camera. Her name read 'Lily Renee Vanderbildt'. "She worked on the 105th floor. But, I'm keepin' the faith, ya know? How about you?"

Eponine wasn't shocked at the man. During times of tragedy, people put their trust in strangers. She even felt a little bit honored that this random man had shared his pain with her.

"My boyfriend. He's part of the FDNY," Eponine sighed. After day of her parents calling, she was admitting her deepest fears to a man whose name she didn't even know, "Ya know? I just can't help but feel that he's not gone. That maybe he's pinned beneath a beam somewhere and he's lonely and cold and scared. I think that would be worse than death,"

He nodded a knowing nod as if he knew her pain. And he did. But no matter how many people had experienced what she was experiencing, she felt so alone.

"Well, keep your hopes up. Anything is possible. Keep your chin up. And I hope he's okay," He said and with a simple wave, the man walked off. And the tears that Eponine had been holding back for over a week flowed openly down her face. She pressed her forehead against where she had stapled the poster.

"Enj, I swear to God..." She muttered, her life seeming to cave in in front of her.