Content warning: It's a pretty intense nightmare.
Also, since there are so many songs I want to include about the Avenjolras relationship, there will be these sections at the end of each "day" so I can have flashbacks and include the songs. This one is credited to the amazing Monica075444!
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Enjolras was facing me, pointing his rifle straight at my heart.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" he was yelling.
Sweat glistened on my brow as I lifted both hands in the air. But I was more angry than scared as I shouted back, "What makes you any different from me, Enjolras? We both have Guardsmen in our families..."
Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, and Courfeyrac was standing beside me, drawing his own pistol. "I think the question is, Chief...why didn't you tell her?"
And suddenly the scene had shifted, and Enjolras was lying on the floor of the Vault of Names, blood trickling onto the floor as he whispered a name I had never heard before, and it filled me with such light, even greater than the light I had felt when I had learned of the name Aurélien...
Then, a Flash of light.
I awoke, gasping and drenched in a cold sweat. Daylight streamed through Grantaire's apartment, and I held a hand to my heart as it beat out of control. It was just a dream.
I had forgotten the name I had heard Enjolras speak, and try as I might, I couldn't place it.
The apartment was empty, as Grantaire had left to meet my past self and Enjolras. My past self would be spending the whole day with Enjolras. Really, there was no chance of meeting him alone until he stormed out of the Musain the night before our big rally, which was months away. And even then, he would be in no mood to listen to anyone...I would possibly have to wait all the way up until the barricades. I curled up, placing my knees close to my chest, and struggled to remember the name Enjolras had said.
He had found out my real name. And those monsters took even that away from him. From us.
I closed my eyes to the new day that had begun, another day without Enjolras, to take some time to breathe.
Losing him was blue, like I'd never known -
Missing him was dark gray, all alone.
Forgetting him was like trying to know
Somebody you never met...
But loving him was red -
Loving him was red...
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FanfictionThe SEQUEL to Avenir! The second book in Let Others Rise: The Series Enjolras, Courfeyrac, and Les Amis journey to the future and attempt to reunite with Avenir and save the peaceful city of Paris from the ever-present threat of the society of Mars...
