(Enjolras)
This girl sat on my bed, she intrigued me. She seemed to be studying my face with awe and fear. An urge compelled me to comfort her, to make her feel safe. But as I went to ask how she was feeling, her eyes glazed over and her expression went blank.
Panic flowed through me. Was she ill? I sat dumbfounded for a second watching her. She started to sway, murmuring somthing. I deliberated going to get Joly when she screamed out a name "ENJOLRAS! " her voice was shrill and piercing
How did she know my name? I had only brought her home the night before, and we hadn't introduced ourselves to each other yet.
Eventually she came back to her senses and stared solemnly at me as if she was trying not to cry.
I placed my hand on her shoulder intending to calm her down and she softened at my touch.
"Mademoiselle, can I ask how you know my name? We haven't been properly acquainted... I do not even know your name mademoiselle." I squeezed her shoulder gently as if to let her know she could tell me anything. Even though we were perfect strangers, I still longed somewhere in the pit of my heart to get to know her better.
She gave a small sigh,her face contorted with confusion.
" m'suir I ain't no mademoiselle. My name is Amelia Juliette m'suir and I really should be off now.."
With that she jumped up and ran out of my apartment and into the streets
Sudden flashes of the dying girl's face appear in my head. They match Amelia Juliette perfectly
Could it be that I had just met the girl who would die in my arms?
YOU ARE READING
The June Juliette
RomanceAmelia Juliette and Adrien Enjolras are polar opposites: One is rich, the other in poverty. But perhaps they aren't as different as they seem love blossoms, but as the revolution looms both begin to get peculiar visions forshadowing their fates...
