Marius' POV
Marius had decided to go up to where his friends used to meet. He just had to see it one last time. One last time before he moved on with his life. He limped up the stairs, tears flooding his eyes as he saw the now empty area that used to be filled with Les Amis, talking of revolution, talking about tomorrow. But for them, tomorrow never came.
"Marius,"
Marius jumped in his skin, petrified. His heart rate increased and his breathing quickened. Had he just heard...Grantaire's voice?
"Pontmercy, I'm not kidding, get over here," Enjolras?
What was next, he would hear Joly and Gavroche laugh and sing? Or would he see Eponine, smiling? Was he dead too?
"Turn around Pontmercy, this isn't funny," And so, Marius turned around, finding in front of him, Enjolras in Grantaire's arms, the two of them bloodied and bruised. What had happened to them?
"Look, Marius, R needs help quickly. He can barely stand," Enjolras pointed out, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Grantaire snorted, "I'd be more worried about you. Marius, can you get help?" Grantaire looked pale and sickly. But Enjolras on the other hand, Enjolras looked as if he had gone down to Hell and just came back.
"I'll go get Monsieur Valjean,"
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If We Had Survived... (Enjoltaire)
FanfictionGrantaire wasn't afraid of dying, and with the Leader in Red, holding his hand, nothing could be better. Or perhaps it could've been... The confusion was real on Enjolras' face when he woke in Grantaire's arms. He was...alive?
