My Moon: An Enjolras Love Story

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SÉRAPHINE POV

Éponine and I relaxed and talked throughout the rest of the day, gossiping and discussing current events as was our norm. When the sun started to set on the streets of Paris, I decided to retire to my house for the night and crawl into bed to ponder the day's events.

I arrived home and, after washing myself off and writing my routine letter to my parents, got into bed. Immediately, I began to think about Enjolras again. I remembered Éponine's statement regarding his lack of interest in women and how she had told me not to get my hopes up, but I still could not keep myself from feeling positive about the situation. What was wrong with me? Any normal person would simply move on and acknowledge that such a person was not right for them, sparing them the heartache, but I supposed I was not any normal person. The fact that I still remained idealistic about the scenario was a bit insane, especially given what Éponine had said, but it was just how my psyche operated. I was thus very accustomed to great disappointments and letdowns.

Apparently, such a great deal of thinking about Enjolras made me sleepy. I dozed off to sleep a few short moments later, and I dreamed of him that night.

The next morning, I woke up once I sensed the light entering through the glass of my window. I was surprised at how much had happened the previous day. I had gone to babysit Thierry, Enjolras had come with me and punched Gilles, we had gone for lunch together, and Éponine had been frank with me about Enjolras's preferences. All of that happened just one day before, and it felt a bit too much to take in. My next realization when I woke up was that it was Saturday. Enjolras had told me the previous day that he and the other boys often "worked" on Saturdays, and I wondered what he could possibly be talking about. I knew it was none of my business and that I should not make it a priority to figure out what it was, but my curiosity was naturally piqued. I rose out of bed and got myself ready for the day, heading to the place where I had a feeling the boys might be -- at their favorite restaurant, the one that we all frequented in the square.

Upon my arrival, I noticed that none of them were there. In fact, the restaurant was closed. What a silly mistake! It was only eight in the morning, and the restaurant was not even open yet. It did not open until eleven, for lunchtime. I hung my head and began to walk back to my house, figuring that I would go back to sleep for a bit, when I saw Marius walking by. He did not notice me, so I called for him.

"Marius!" I yelled from a few yards away from him.

Immediately, he came rushing over. "Séraphine! What are you doing out here?"

Realizing that my next reply could make me sound like a bit of a stalker, I responded, "Well, Enjolras told me that you guys work a lot on weekends. And Éponine has told me before that you guys have all been working on a secret plan. I guess I wanted to know what it was, so I came looking for you guys. I'm really sorry; it wasn't any of my business."

Marius did, unfortunately, have a strange expression on his face. I could tell he thought my action was a bit weird. He seemed to shrug it off fairly quickly, though, and his strange expression turned to one of slight evasiveness. It almost looked as though he did not want me to know what they did.

"Yes," he said, "Éponine was right. We have been working on something for a while, now. And, as Enjolras stated, we often work on it on weekends. But it's...er, well, it's just a school project. It's nothing big. Just something we need to get done."