I come to fight. Or at least, to listen.

flashback

AN: so this is a flashback, stolen from a few chapters of Evelyn. It's from Evelyn's pov, and idk I thought it was interesting. Slightly ashamed that I might have laughed at my own writing a few times (In my defense I write a while before hand so I forget what I have written a lot). I guess she could have been remembering things while at work, or something?

June 4th, 1832

"Evelyn!" I turned towards the voice. It was Combeferre. He was standing with Enjolras and another man in a vibrant orange waistcoat at the big oak table in the middle of the cafe.

I shoved my way through the crowd towards them. "Anything I can do for you, monsieurs?"

"Do you know how to sew?" asked Combeferre, holding up a mass of red fabric.

Before I could answer, Enjolras cut me off. "Somebody," he glared at the man in the orange coat, "had an accident."

Normally I would have to stifle a giggle, but Enjolras could be damn intimidating. "Yes, I can. I'm assuming you want me to fix the flag."

"Yes. That would be wonderful," Combeffere said with his trademark warm smile, handing me the fabric and some needle and thread. It was surprisingly heavy.

I shoved some papers and candles from the table, clearing a little area for me to work.

As I spread out the fabric on the table, it seemed to never end. I kept clearing and clearing more space, irritating more and more people, but they soon realized that this was Enjolras's precious flag.

When it was fully unfolded, I realized it was four two foot by four foot swatches. I sighed and threaded the needle.

I bent over at the waist so I could sew close to my face. About halfway through sewing the first two crimson pieces together, I heard a voice in my right ear.

"How's it coming along?"

"Jesus Christ!" I yelped, nearly jumping out of my own skin. I looked to see who the culprit was. It was Enjolras. "What was that?" I yelled at him. The surprise had sent of a fight or flight reaction, and now my heart was racing. He looked a little surprised as well.

"I'm just checking on the flag. It's an important part of the revolution!"

"Did you have to sneak up on me like that?" I asked, not expecting an answer.

"I am sorry, mademoiselle." I ignored him and returned to the flag, doubling my efforts now that I knew he was watching me. I was hoping he would leave, but he kept hovering.

"Do you have to stand there?" I said, standing up straight.

Enjolras gave a curt nod and turned on his heel, venturing off somewhere, probably to write a new speech or something.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day, I thought. My body tingled with excitement. I was unafraid to the point of being reckless. I guess that was because I thought I had nothing to live for besides the ABC. I was poor, lonely, and desperate. I was desperate to live a life worth living. At least I had Eponine, which was probably the main reason I hadn't offed myself by then. But as of late, she had been so obsessed with this Marius, that I didn't even see her that much anymore. And when I did see her, it was all about Marius.

I finished the flag later than I expected, so by the time I was done most of the Ami's had gone. I gathered up the fabric in a big wad and carried it over to Enjolras, who I handed it to with a perky smile. I felt kind of guilty for snapping at him earlier, and I didn't need to give him any more reasons to throw me out. But that was as much of an apology as he was getting.