Chapter 15

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Enjolras could not sleep that night. No matter how hard he tried and how exhausted he was he could not sleep. All he thought about was Éponine. She seemed like a nice person from what he knew about her, which was not a lot. However she always was in some sort of distress when he found her. First on the bridge, then with the carriage, then in the alley that night. What had happened? Why was she crying so hard? He just wanted to know what caused her to do that. Was it the same thing that made her try to jump off the bridge all those years ago? Maybe, but then he thought back to the fight he had with her moments before. He didn't mean to yell at her like that, it was just who he was. He was passionate and stubborn. But the thing that was seared into his memory was the way she flinched back when he took a step towards her, like he was going to hit her. He would never do anything like that, but she didn't know that. She probably lumps yelling and men with something that will result in a punishment. That must be the reason behind her bruised and broken face and body. What could he do to help? Did he even want to help? What drew her to him? Was it her shining brown eyes, or the class she was in? Was he only doing this to try to aid his cause? He scoffed; she is the cause isn't she.

He stood up, completely rejecting the thought of sleep and started pacing around the room. He picked up the papers on the floor and went to the fireplace and threw the papers in. He watched them crumble and turn black, first the corners, then the middle. He gathered all the other papers in his apartment and threw them in as well. He sat back down on the couch and watched them burn away. He felt as if a great burden had been lifted off his chest. He heard a whimper come from his room, Éponine! He shot up and bounded to the room. He slowly opened the door to see her thrashing in the bed. He quickly walked over to her and saw she was drenched in sweat. She must be having a nightmare. Her face was contorting and whimpers were escaping her throat. Enjolras reached down and began to stroke her hand. Her whimpers stopped and she calmed down. Enjolras observed her face; in sleep she looked so relaxed. Her features were much softer and in the dark, her bruises were basically invisible. She was beautiful. He felt his stomach flutter when he said it to himself and that made him nervous. He couldn't be in love, not with her! Of course she was pretty but what would the guys say? What would Marius say if he found out she stayed at his house? Even if he liked her, there was no way she would ever like him. She had Marius, they were inseparable.  He released Éponine's hand and walked to the door. However, before leaving he looked back at her, watching her chest rise and fall and his stomach had that same feeling. He smiled and left the room, he could always hope, couldn't he?

Another short chapter, sorry guys

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