Yes, he had started believing on the ideas of revolution for people like her. He wanted more than anything to see her -people, he's always talking about her people when he mentions her name- not in this horrible situation they were enduring, there wasn't anything Enjolras wouldn't do to make sure that a smile and a full belly would be a right nor a luxury or matter of luck.

While it was change he was fighting for, he couldn't help to worry about the french. A brighter future for her people was his idea but sometimes when his mind couldn't continue with the velocity needed for his intentions he would find himself thinking of little querubines with dark hair, olive skin and the brightest blue eyes he usually only sees in mirrors; he is not selfish and he is definitely not opposed to the idea of having a family but why whenever the weird and sorely strange idea comes to his mind his children never look that much like him but just like her.

He like to believe that he only sees her as a human form a representation of his Patria, that's how most of the people on France look and that's why she fits of her criteria of it. Yet if he truly believed it then why he can't help to chuckle or look for her in the room whenever one of his amies mentions that his only mistress or one true love is Patria?

He doesn't want to,he doesn't need to feel like this way so whenever the worlds 'Ponine or love -or anything else that reminds him of her, which to be honest is a big list of things- come near his ears he begins chanting some of the songs him and Grantiere had written for the revolution. That is for the only purpose of reminding him that his love is not Eponine but France; she just happens to be a France citizen that remind him a little to much of a painting he once saw in a museum.

He is Enjolras leader of the revolution not Enjolras leader of her heart; it hurts too much seeing her being all smiles and compliments to Marius. He is a good guy but he is not that good, still she doesn't seem to notice. He reads, he talks hell he even drinks to not think about it to don't let it get to him.

Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night craving something, someone. It's still bothers so much that no so long ago he was tempted of taking her of going out just for a coffe -erh- in order to get her opinions of the new Republique he was eager to form but he wasn't that strong. Being in the same room with her and dozens of his friends wasn't the same at being at his flat with no one around but the two of them; he knew him he would never take something forced,-God! not to her, not ever.- He just wasn't strong enough to not fantasies of her wrapped on his arms, full with his child watching the rain fall in the window,so instead he takes another gulp of whiskey and follow Grantiere to another cafe one where there is no gamine of dark hair to temp him with her smile.

He could pass days without seeing her and he wouldn't care -he's never honest when it comes to her- and the instant she crosses the same room as him for a brief moment she is all it matters to him, but he need to live for the people of France, her people and his too.

He calls it affection, he calls it the last of his childish rebellion but when he sees Eponine dying in the arms of Marius all his world comes crashing down, he needs to be strong since it his country and the promise of a better future to his friends the only thing keeping in the ground but at this moment he knows that no matter of they win or lose in this fight he is already dead, since he can be Enjolras without his Eponine.