He watched her climb the barricade. He watched the bullet hit her. He watched as Marius, that arse, not even notice her wound and go on about Cosette and his letter.

"Open your eyes!" he wanted to scream at him. "Help her!" but he didn't. He watched painfully as, despite his arrogance, she still looked at him with such admiration. Her dark eyes gazed longingly at him. Her pale lips formed a smile as she collapsed on him. He held her gently, stroking her hair as she whispered to him. Enjorlas couldn't help but wish it was him. At least he'd show her the love she craved. Everyone could see how she cared for Marius, except Marius.

He wanted so badly to rush over and kiss her. He wanted to tell her he loved her. But he didn't. She was happy in Marius's arms.

With the last of her strength, she pulled herself up, using his vest for support, and kissed his cheek. Before she closed her eyes however, she smiled at Enjloras. It was a sad, sweet sort of smile that brought a tear to his eye as she fell back in Marius's arms. He walked over to his friend and placed a comforting hand on his back, holding back tears of his own. Courfeyrac took her from Marius and Enjolras helped him carry her away from the barricades. Neither said anything, but both thought it be best to take her as far away as they could. Once they laid her down, Courfeyrac left, leaving Enjolras alone. He stroked her hair a bit and kissed her head. Then he left.

At the barricade, the group of students had broken out bottles of wine. Normally, Enjolras would have forbidden alcohol at a time like this, but he too felt the need for a drink. When he sat down, he noticed a tattered bit of fabric laying next to him. Her hat. He picked it up, brushed it off a bit, and stuffed it in his shirt when no one was looking.

Throughout the battle, he watched his friends die. Blaming himself for each death. He convinced them to do this and now they were dropping like game birds. He silently apologized to each as they fell. But he felt like he'd never get over his Éponine. If it hadn't been for him, her Marius wouldn't have been here and she would t have had a reason to come back. She wouldnt have been shot because no one would have been shooting. He'd never forgive himself.

As the last of his friends was gone, he bravely stood up tall, the flag in his hand and accepted his death. He tumbled backward, and all went black.

He woke to an entirely different world. Completely white. There was something familiar about it. He looked up, and there she was. Glistening in this perfect white world. She helped him up and smiled.

"Monsieur," she whispered. He looked around. Each of his friends stood there, smiling at him.

"We did it Enjolras," Grantier told him. "We're free," the two embraced before he turned to face Éponine.

"Your hat miss," he said, pulling it from his shirt and placing it on her head. "You left it back there."

"Thank you Monsieur, I was beginning to miss it," she smiled at him and he gathered her in her arms. There they stood, completely happy at last. Completely at peace.