(Thank you all for the support! Took me a while to get this chapter up. I'm not really satisfied with it, but I hope you like it nonetheless.)

He closed his eyes to the silent humming of Combeferre's car. Enjolras was still trying to get a grip on everything that had been happening that evening. He'd never thought it would all spiral down so hard and so fast. But it had and now he had absolutely no idea what to do or what to think. His mind was a mess.

Grantaire and him fighting

Grantaire storming out the door

Grantaire with that woman

Grantaire in the hospital

Enjolras let out a shaky breath and rested his head against the window. When the doctor had told them Grantaire was going to be okay, Enjolras needed to get out of the hospital as fast as he could. He had been so relieved, so happy… And all the more difficult were those feelings of betrayal and heartache to carry as they came rushing back. He didn't want to see Grantaire yet. He couldn't. What was he going to say? What was Grantaire going to say? Right now, there just wasn't anything anyone could say that would make Enjolras feel better. All he wanted to do was crawl into his bed, hide in the dark and forget about everything.

Without warning, tears were burning behind his closed eyes again. He wished he could stop crying. He didn't want to waste his tears like this. He didn't want to waste tears at all, come to think of it. But he couldn't help it when his mind was attacked time and again by images of Grantaire.

Grantaire fighting

Grantaire storming out the door

Grantaire and that woman

Grantaire in the hospital

"Enjolras?" A soft voice brought him out of his ponderings. Enjolras briefly glanced sideways to Combeferre and saw the compassion in his friend's eyes. The pity. He felt too miserable to convince Combeferre he didn't need it.

"Enjolras… Can you tell me what happened? It's okay if you don't want to… It's just that it breaks my heart to see you like this and I want to help you…"

Enjolras felt his heart beat a little faster in his chest. He closed his eyes again and turned away from Combeferre, staying silent. After a couple of minutes, he swallowed the growing lump in his throat and took a deep breath. He opened his eyes when he started talking.

"We were fighting…," he whispered softly, throat constricting as soon as the words left his mouth. "I don't even really know what it was about, b-but out of nowhere Grantaire accused me of never making time for him anymore. That all he was to me was a piece of furniture I could yell at whenever I was stressed out. And that he thought he deserved a lot better than what I was giving him despite his low self-esteem… That apparently I didn't care about him anymore, because I could have dinner with you can Courfeyrac, but I couldn't make time to go out for lunch with him. That I didn't even want him to touch me anymore…"

Combeferre remained silent.

"And I got so angry, because it's not fair! I told him that this was going to be busy period. I told him I would have little time… If he had paid attention to anything I said, he would've known that we were going to see each other less for a while. And then… Then I told him that I wished he would do something useful with his own life instead of being so dependent on everything that I do. I told him I wanted him to stop being a clingy, jealous, desperate boyfriend, because that wasn't the person that I fell in love with. I told him he was being pathetic."

Enjolras could see Combeferre close his eyes for the briefest of seconds and he knew that his friend thought that he had crossed the line.

"T-Then… Then R told me that if he was so pathetic and jealous, that maybe I should break up with him and find myself a new boyfriend that wouldn't mind to be ignored day after day. He said that I should just go and look for a copy of myself because such a person would be the only person that was good enough for me."

Enjolras was no longer able to fight his tears and so he let them fall, hiding his face behind his hands.

"I-I told him that maybe t-that was for the b-best… T-That maybe we s-should break up…" Enjolras hiccupped as he recalled his own words and he shook his head. "But I didn't mean that 'Ferre… God, I didn't mean that… I love him. I don't want to break up. I don't even know why I said that…"

Combeferre soflty reached out to squeeze Enjolras' hand, a silent encouragement to continue.

Enjolras sniffed and squeezed back. "He stormed out after that, leaving me behind to boil in my own guilt. W-When he still didn't return after two hours, I decided to go look for him. To apologize… To tell him that I didn't mean what I said. To tell him that he was right and that I was wrong. I called him a million times, but he never picked up the phone. A-And then when I couldn't find h-him… I-I decided to go b-back to the apartment…"

He felt the car sway to the side a little, but he couldn't see why, because his vision was blurred by the tears that kept spilling from his eyes.

"W-When I got there… 'Ferre… G-God when I got there… H-he was on the couch… R with this woman… I-I caught them red-handed…" A sob tore through his throat "A-And I felt so, so sick… I-I had to get out of there 'Ferre. I didn't listen to him. I…" But he was no longer intelligible. Enjolras realized the car had come to a stop at the side of the road and he willingly let himself fall into Combeferre's comforting embrace, crying on his best friend's shoulder like he hadn't done since he was a small child.

"Is it my fault?"

(And there's that. Next will be Grantaire again. Please let me know what you think. Oh and I'm on Tumblr now under Sarahbob24)