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A heart full of love
A heart full of song
I'm doing everything all wrong
Oh God, for shame
I do not even know your name
Dear Mademoiselle
Won't you say?
Will you tell?

He doesn't know much people. He can't match a name to half of the faces in the Musain, yet he is their de facto leader. He only knows those whom he believe matter, and those who did something worth remembering. He doesn't believe it is bad, so he is never bothered by it. However, as he glances up from his book again, he accidentally once more locks eyes with the sad ones in the corner. He's been looking at her from time to time today (and maybe the days before), but this is the first time since the night Lamarque's death was announced, and it is he who breaks the eye contact this time, looking down at the text written in his book. Why is she so sad? Who made her this sad? Although the answer to both is quite obvious.

He does not pay it much mind, still thinking about her. Surely there is a pretty name to match to the pretty face, he thinks. He has stopped calling her Shadow, and has tried to find her real name out. He has tried listening to Marius talk, hoping for the briefest mention of the gamine's name, but all that comes out of his mouth is Colette this and Colette that. Or was it Annette? He doesn't remember her name as Marius' newfound love, and curses silently for not paying attention the first day she was brought into the café, because she didn't matter at the time.

Now? Her eyes seem to be haunting every corner of his mind. It's not exactly being unfaithful to his country, as she is the very epitome of what he is fighting for. She is Patria. She is his Patria.

Something snaps him out of his momentary daze. "Excuse me?" she asks, and he looks up to where he is standing. "Is there anything you need, M'sieur Enjolras?" It makes him feel slightly guilty that she knows his name as does everybody else in the Musain, yet he does not even have the faintest idea what hers is. Though he swears he remembers it starts with an E. Emmeline? Elaine? Emillie? He shakes his head in reply to her question. "Why do you watch me?"

He shrugs. "You were, and are, sad, mademoiselle."

She laughs, though he knows that the sound is empty and void of happiness. "I've been sad before, and nobody's ever looked my way. After all, m'sieur, I'm no mademoiselle, I'm just Éponine."

Éponine. Her name is Éponine. And although he's known her for what, a week? He believes it suits her. Anyway, he decides, a week is far longer than how long it took before Marius decided he was in love with Gazette. But he isn't in love. He isn't. He can't be. This isn't love, but it's something.

"And so, Éponine, why are you sad?" She opens her mouth to speak, shakes her head smiling as if she is in on some secret, and answers his question.

"You have an assumption as to why, and you are correct." she says sullenly, "I always thought that if I were patient, and bid my time carefully, he'd eventually return my feelings, m'sieur. But now he's seen this blonde angel who's come from heaven itself, and decides he's in love without even knowing her name." Even though she wasn't invited to, she sits down next to him, but it doesn't matter as he was going to ask her anyway.

"It is shallow of him to fall in love with some pretty, bourgeois girl." he agrees,

She gives him a confused look, then bobs her head up and down while biting her lip, agreeing. "'ave you seen M'sieur Marius? I've got a letter from the lark, and I thought that he'd be here."

"He's most probably going to be late, but he'll be here in a while, rest assured, Éponine." he replies, "In the meantime, why don't you stay? It would be nice to have your insight on our cause. The meeting will start soon."

She hesitates before speaking. "That would be nice, m'sieur."

"Good. And also, if you are just Éponine, then I am just Enjolras. Agreed?" he adds, "No need to call me monsieur." She nods again, and she looks around the café for a place to sit, away from his spot. She goes back to her spot in the corner, and waves goodbye to him.

"Adieu, then, 'Jolras. Thank you." she says, finally looking happy for once.

He feels a great sense of accomplishment for being the one to make her smile.

AN: A lot of people followed this story, despite it's being a oneshot. Some people reviewed asking me to continue. So, I thought, why not? This fic will talk about that time in between those two moments, and maybe a bit after, that I mentioned last chapter. It's going to be like a series of oneshots and tidbits, all forming one big story. It's mostly going to be in Enjolras' POV, because writing from his rather than Éponine's is easier for me to do. And besides, this is mostly one-sided E/É, so, yeah.

But please, I beg of you, review?

-A