Chapter 3-Darlin' I grow weary, please won't you save me.

Eponine perched upon a wall, staring straight ahead; lost in thought.
It had been 2 weeks since the panic attack, and she had ran away from Enjolras.
1 week and 4 days since she had ran straight to Montparnasse. And 1 week and 3 days since Montparnasse had kept her with him.

She supposed it was all her fault. If she hadn't had ran to him, he wouldn't have kept her hidden away. And logical thought may tell her to run as fast as she can, but it's not like that. It's never that simple when it comes to Parnasse. It was almost like he had eyes in every possible nook and cranny of the city, always watching, waiting and ready.
Just when she thought she had gotten away and had a chance of going back to normality…and dare she say; going back to Enjolras, his sneaky arms slithered out of the darkness and around her waist, dragging her straight back into the nightmare.

She glanced across the street into an overgrown garden, flowers twisting this way and that across the gates that loomed tall and mighty.
Looking further, she noticed a girl of around her age sat on a bench, a lovesick look on her face as she read the book in her hands… Romeo and Juliet.
The girl heaved a soft, dainty sigh as she turned the page, before the door opened and a tall, elderly man emerged.
"Come on Cosette, it is time for tea." The mans voice was soft and loving as he spoke to what Eponine assumed was his daughter. As the girl closed her book and walked past the man, he gently kissed the top of her head, before looking around the garden warily and closing the door.

Eponines stomach twisted in jealousy at how the man had treated his daughter. Such care and love in his gaze and in his voice whilst he said that simple sentence; Eponine had never received even an ounce of that kind of love and care from her own father…or anyone really…all except one person…

"Ponine!" a voice called out, breaking through her thoughts and making her involuntarily shiver as she tried to ignore it. She was enjoying this slight freedom as much as she could and was determined to cling to it for a tiny bit longer.

"Ponine, come here!" The voice called out again; louder, closer and angrier.
Such a harsh change from the tone of the father towards his daughter.

Eponine quickly scrambled down off of the wall and ran back into the garden, ducking her head as she ran past Montparnasse and into the house. 'Parnasse, similar to the older gentleman, looked around the garden before closing the door, the heavy setting of the lock echoing slightly around the garden.

A week later, Enjolras was sat yet again in the café, staring down at the map in front of him.
It was the same picture that all of his friends had seen since they found out Eponine was with Montparnasse… he was just staring at the map, trying to jog his memory and find out where he lived.

"Enj? It's closing time sweetie." Musichetta's voice drifted across the bar as she looked at him, pity in her eyes.
Enjolras startled, looking up at her as his brows furrowed together in confusion, "What time is it?" He asked quietly, his voice scratchy from lack of use recently.
"It's 12am honey." Came the reply, which startled him even more, he'd come here at 1 in the afternoon…time had flown and he'd not even done anything.
"Right…uh, sorry." He replied, standing up and stretching his stiff joints as he gathered his belongings.
"You okay getting home?" Musichetta asked gently, startling him again at how quickly and silently she had moved over to him as she passed him his coat.
"yeah, I need to stretch anyway." He said, tipping his head slightly as he left the café.

The streets were unusually dark and quiet that night, as he made his way along the usual path to his apartment… it felt strange saying that now… 'his' apartment. He had been so used to calling it 'their' apartment.

As he got to his front door he looked up and his mouth fell open; the front door was open.
He ran as fast as he could into the apartment, not bothering to think of danger as he looked around.

"Hello? Eponine?" He called out, hope gathering in the pit of his stomach as he saw her door more open than it had been left and he ran to her room, a smile gathering on his face.
"Eponine, are you home?"
He asked again, before he looked around the room and his face fell.
The room was exactly as it had been left, nothing had changed…
Sighing in defeat, he started to turn around before something caught his eye.
A crinkled, quickly written note had been left on the bed.
Rushing over, he grabbed it and started to read it quickly, before sinking to the bed.

'Enjolras,
I wanted to say that I'm gone.
Put the room up for rent, or whatever… I'm with Montparnasse now,
and we're going to move somewhere and start a new life and a new family.
I'd say I'm sorry… but I'm not.
Say hello to everyone, I promise I'll not forget them.

Eponine.'