Nobody Loves the Light Like a Blind Man - An Enjolras and Grantaire Story.

I pictures George Blagden as Grantaire and Aaron Tveit as Enjolras for this story. Please enjoy and leave feedback. !

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Grantaire felt the world spin as he lifted the bottle to his lips. Immediately warmth flooded his cold empty heart. He didn't know how much he'd drank. He lost count after 33. It wasn't his fault. It was all the fault of that man; Enjolras. No matter what he did he was aalways ignored. And that hurt him more than any words. He loved the man, even though he knew he should. He loved everything about Enjolras. Those golden locks that fell majestically over his sharp angular face. Those eyes that burned with fire ay every meeting. Even his little quirks. The way his nose twitches whenever he was deep in thought. The furrowing off his brows when he was angered or frustrated. Grantaire found it especially cute when he bit the tip of his pen as he.contemplated what to write next. Yes Grantaire loved the man. So much it hurt.

Grantaire groaned. He was drinking to forget. Not to think of the man who made his heart ache. He tilted the bottle to his lips again and sighed when he found it empty. "That would be Number 47 . " Grantaire heard the soft song that was Enjolras voice. What was he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be asleep? "I couldn't sleep. I decided to come down here to the cafe to finish my work. " Grantaire hadn't even noticed him enter and lean against the window. How long had he been there? "Couple of hours. You were to drunk to notice" How was Enjolras reading his mind ? Maybe he's a God or something. "As much as I'm honored by such assumption, I merely a man. You are speaking outloud". Grantsire groaned. "I'm. . . s.. . sorry. " Grantaire slurred. His mind finally wrapping around Enjolras words. 47. . . That was alot.

He let his head slink forward onto the table. It hurt. Everything was on fire. Enjolras was here. So close onto his grasp, but so far. Enjolras shining light brought happiness into his drunk dark world. And no one loves the light more than a blind man. It hurt. It hurt not being able to have Enjolras in his arms. Unknowingly, a tear escaped his eyes and dozed off as lethargy took it toll.

Enjolras sighed. When will Grantaire learn to take care of himself. Drinking himself mad wont help any problem he had. He stood up from his position at the window. He walked over to the sofa in the corner of the room, and grabbed the blanket thereby. Walking over to where Grantaire was he drapped it over his frame. His gaze softened and he let a faint smile crawl on his face. Brushing a curl off Grantaire's face, he leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. " Night R. " Enjolras whispered as he left the cafe.

In his sleep, Grantaire smiled.