charmolipi: a short story collection.

Another Weird Fanfiction

Disclaimer: I, again, wrote this when I was very young and very obsessed with Les Misérables. It is badly rushed (because I apparently haven't heard of the term "pacing" at that time) but I still very much like it because Enjonine was once my OTP. Please be gentle with your comments.

Trigger Warning: Suicide.

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          It was summer, year 2020. She was riding her bike when he saw her. She didn't seem to know where she was and he laughed. She heard him.

"What are you laughing at? Come over here and tell me where I am." She said with a scowl on her face. But when she saw him she laughed too, and that's how he remembers her. Bossy and mad and always red and...happy.

They became friends after that. Perhaps he thought of her as more than a friend, but to her he was nothing more. He knew she set her eyes on another, and imagine the hot tears she shed when she learned that the man loved his sister. He couldn't do anything. He couldn't even say something without her bursting into tears upon seeing his face. He couldn't help it. He looked like his sister.

Fall. They haven't exchanged a word since then. But he saw her again on her bike and passed by, ignoring her. He didn't expect it when she suddenly hugged him. "I'm sorry", she said, so soft he almost didn't catch it. He nodded and was walking beside her because her bike was busted. They laughed like old friends, but he kept his distance because he liked her too much. She smiled at him and held his hand. He pulled away.

"I'm damn cold." But he ignored it. Instead he put his coat on her shoulders and ran away. She thought he was laughing.
"Damn it. I just wanted to hold your fucking hand. Stupid." Still, a thought ratted at the back of her mind, "Too fast."

Before they knew it, it was winter. It was colder than before. But their relationship contrasted the weather and there they were, celebrating Christmas in each other's arms. It was never cold in their world, because the spark was burning for ages. They only realized it now, and she was the first to tell him.

"Stop acting like a child you little prick! Stop covering your mouth!"
"Why do I have to do this?"
"'Cause I'm the boss. Now say 'ahh'."

He obliged because she was smiling. He liked it when she did that.

"Be thankful I fucking love you, even if you're such a dumbass."
"What?!"
"What?!!"

He never let her kiss him.

Spring was here. He was running towards her apartment because her landlady called him. Blood, she said. Lots of blood. He was catching his breath when he reached her door. Hands shaking, he knocked on the door. It was foolish, because he expected her to open the door and bury him in her tiny arms, but no one came. Closing his eyes, he entered the door and called for her.

He was scared to know what happened. He was scared to see what she had done. But there she was, barely breathing. Her wrists bleeding. He fell to his knees. What did he miss? They had talked it over, and she said she was fine. She told him not to worry.

"Eponine. Please wake up. Please, I'm begging." He started to lift her up, thinking about the nearest hospital. But he knew he wouldn't make it. Still, he had to.

"Put me down you jerk." Her voice was so faint.

"No! W-why did you do this? Please Ep, tell me."

"I couldn't have you die before me. I saw the results Enjolras. You're dying too, today."

"That doesn't give you any reason-"

"Shut the fuck up. I love you, Enj. I really do. I'll marry you in my next-"

She never finished what she said. Her eyes had closed. He kissed her, their first kiss, and her lips were still and cold.

Tears filled his eyes. He should have hidden those results. They weren't even final yet. He was supposed to surprise her today.

Because the results were wrong. He would live through today and tomorrow, even the day after that.

He never got to give her the ring.