Eponine felt his hands in hers and it almost felt like old times, but Eponine knew they weren't. If they were, he wouldn't be going out each night to get wasted off his ass and leave the dirty work to her.
"Okay Enj, we're gonna get you into bed so you can sleep this off, okay?" She said, leading him through the barely lit apartment and he followed, stumbling behind her when he suddenly stopped, gripping her hand tightly. She turned around, facing him and his face was barely
"Can I tell you a secret?" He asked, a small smirk on his face, "And you can't tell anyone," She nodded and her heart melted a little bit. Even though he now stood drunk before her, his hair a mess and looking as if he had crawled from a dumpster, he was handsome and Eponine felt her heart pounding against her chest.
He put his hand on the wall behind her and Eponine felt a lump growing in her throat. She could have leaned in and kissed him even if his breath did reek of whiskey and loneliness. He put his hand on her cheek and Eponine felt like she was in a dream, but also a nightmare.
She wanted nothing more than to close the gap between them and stay there forever. But he was drunk and she was aware. She knew that he would wake up in the morning, grunt a 'hello' and leave her again.
"I wish I could remember you," He said after a moment, their eyes meeting and locking together, "I wish I could remember anything," He shook his head for a moment and Eponine stood there and Enjolras backed away.
"Enjolras," Eponine as he sunk into their couch, his head in his hands, "You're not going to remember any of this in the morning. So, I might as well say it now,"
"Shoot," He muttered, not glancing up at the broken girl.
"Losing you was the second hardest thing I have ever experienced. But the first was finding you and having to let you go again. I wish you could somehow snap out of it. I just want my Enjolras to jump off of Cloud Nine and find his way home again. You're half you, but half not. And I don't even know what is exactly missing," Eponine said, her nose having a familiar pepper-y feeling she always got before she cried, "I just pray to God you hear me. But it's late and I'm tired and you're drunk. We both need sleep and I'll see you, or whoever you are now, in the morning,"
She said nothing for a moment as Enjolras stood and opened up the bedroom door, walking inside and shutting it.
"I swear to God, Enj. Where are you?" She asked, the sound of the city gently putting the exhausted, imperfect girl to rest once again.