Enjolras stood at the window. Facing the men who would kill him. But he would not back down. His men were all gone. And the barricade had fallen. They had failed. What was the point? Why would he go on with a failed revolution? No, he would stand strong. He would die along with his attempt to liberate the people. Vive le France. Vive le France. He lifted his flag, and waited for fire. Then everything went black.
--Enjolras is dead. Grantaire didn't join him for the death. But he saw him fall out of the window. And he fell the the ground, sobs racking his body. Enjolras was never meant to die if he wasn't there. What will Grantaire do without Enjolras? Will he survive? Will he be okay?--
