"They're so rude! Why can't they be like normal parents who love their children!" I yell in frustration as soon as I enter our house, slamming the door,
"You went to see your parents?" He asks worriedly,
"Yes and I wish I never did,"
"Why did you go? Here come and sit on the couch," He says, guiding me over to the couch with his arm,
"To tell them I was getting married,"
"Did you invite them?" He asks cautiously, afraid of the answer,
"No of course I didn't. But I thought I should check in with them because I haven't seen them since I moved in with you,"
"Did you miss them?"
"No! But if I ended up like them and I had children, I'd still want to check in with them every once in a while,"
"Well you won't end up like them,"
I nod and sigh, smoothing my old, ripped dress out along my legs, "Well, supper is in the kitchen," He smiles warmly as I stand up eagerly, to the food.
"Thanks," I smile after I've picked at my bread and drank my soup of some sort,
"My pleasure," He smiles, leaning down and brushing my hair back over my shoulder and pressing his lips to mine sweetly, making me completely forgetting my parents,
"EPONINE! ENJOLRAS!" Couferauc knocks frantically at the door,
I inwardly growl at him for ruining the moment and swing open the door, nearly getting punched in the face from him falling forward with the door, "Yes?" I chuckle as he walks in and stands in the middle of us, "What is it?"
"I'm so sorry that I've kept it from you 'Ponine,"
"Kept what?"
"It was," He swallows, "Some officer pinned a bravery medal to Gavroche when he was lying dead with the rest of them, and I took it. I should of given it to you I'm so sorry," He apologizes, striding over and placing the cold piece of medal strapped to a red ribbon into my palm.
I can't think of anything to say. What do I do? Thank him, scold him for not giving it to me 2 months earlier? Cry and run to my room and lock myself in there? Give it back to him because I was finally getting on with my life, "Uh, thanks Couferauc," I mutter, walking off to my room, not to sob, to think.
I can hear the two men talking, about me probably but I don't care at the moment. The only thing I care about is the fact that the police killed him, but then pinned this to him.
They had enough class to reward him for his dedication but only after he was killed by them. It makes me hate them but warm to them.
Single tears fall down my cheeks as I sit and stare at the medal sitting in my hands in my lap.
This was pinned to my brother. The only thing I have left of him.
"Eponine?" Enjolras murmurs on the other side of my door, "Can I come in?"
I don't want to talk to anyone. Not at the moment,
"Come on 'Ponine. I know you probably don't want to talk but it will help,"
"Fine," I squeak as he pushes the door open and looks at me, love present in his eyes.
More tears flow over and I squint my eyes shut and look down, "Hey, come here, it's alright," He soothes, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, comforting me,
"I don't even know why I'm crying," I laugh, shaking my head, as he presses his hand to the side of my face,
"Memories," He murmurs in my ear and I look up to him,
"Un-wanted ones,"
"Would they be that bad if he was still here?"
"Probably not. I wouldn't know," I shrug, un-clasping my hand and staring at the medal, "I'm glad Couferauc gave me this though," I smile, Enjolras mirroring me,
"It was the right thing to do on his behalf,"
"Why would he keep it though?"
"Him and Gavroche were close, he was like a brother to him. Gavroche stayed with him, and when Gavroche got shot, he ran over the barricade, crying and cradled him. He was the most upset out of all of us,"
"Good to know he was loved," I nod, a final tear sliding over my cheek, "I'm going to bed,"
"I'll come with you, keep you company,"
I nod, drained from emotion and speech. I take his hand in mine and pull him towards his/our room.
