Enjolras was deeply scared, he had always considered that he wasn't going to make it after the barricades. His idea was that with his death Les Amis would have the drive needed to conquer Paris and get ride of the rotten political system.

He had been ready to die, he had think about it many times. He had nothing waiting for him after all of this. Or that's what he wanted to believe, trying so hard to get out of touch with anything human, to forget how to love anything that wasn't his patria was what put him in this hard place.

Without wanting it, without noticing he had let his walls fall with a look of those deep, rich sultry brown eyes. She had started as a little project of his, trying to prepare her for a better life that would come when the revolution succeed. It stared on december, on a very cold storm day when she was out of shelter and looking for a place to keep herself warm. Éponine hadn't noticed the bourgeois boy walking on the streets when she exhaled loudly, while waiting for Hades the god of death she found herself face to face with a deadly Apollo. He took her home and keep her warm, it was going to be a one time thing just her sleeping on his bed an him sleeping in the couch next to her.

He became her protection, he keep her warm and happy and even when she refused to take money or food from him she always found herself leaving the house with the promise of not returning and with her pocket full of bread. He doesn't want to admit it but half of his time nowadays it's wasted wondering about her whereabouts when it would be easier just to look in the nearest corner, because she is always there protecting him from the shadows.

They both needed each other more that they'll want to admit, they had their doubts, their hopes but they never share it with each other. They wanted to keep all the apparences and pretend that this was not love, it was just loneliness because love is always there to bite you when you less want it.

When he sees her fall from the barricade, blood framing her face he can feel his heart breaking, his mind screaming, his body aching. She might never know but after that dreadful december night his heart had surrender and swapped it for hers. He had always knew that his life was going to end at the barricades but he never realized that he could continue living without his life. He saw the light disappeared from those beautiful eyes and all he could wish was to take his 'Ponine home and mend her with kissed and love that filled his heart every time she muttered his name,but it was too late, she had gone from this world leaving behind nothing more than heartbreaks and loose hopes.

When dead came to him, he was grateful. He wasn't only dying for his motherland, he was dying for her. Maybe they were meant to be in another place, one where hunger or corruption didn't exist, he had never believed in God but if believing on him would put him in the arms of his beloved then he was ready to accept anything that offered a salvation to them. In his dying breath he realized, the only thing he truly believed wasn't revolution. It was her.