He saw them exit the café, arm in arm. Just looking at it made him sick. He followed them through the shadows as they walked through town. All of a sudden, the rain started falling from the sky. He huffed and pulled his hat down and the collar of his jacket up. He looked up to the couple and saw the boy take off his jacket and hold it above both of their heads. The pair was laughing and began running down the road. They stopped at the door of a shabby apartment building. The man scoffed, so that's where they live, he thought. It wasn't exactly what he was thinking, but at least he knew where to find her when the time was right, but only when the time was right.
Éponine and Enjolras poured into the apartment laughing. They were both soaking wet and Enjolras went to start a fire. Éponine went into Enjolras's room and found a pair of trousers and a white shirt, the same clothes she wore on the first night she stayed there. She changed out of her soaking dress and into the dry clothes. She brought the dress out and laid it on the rack by the fire place. She turned and saw Enjolras sitting on the couch with his head thrown back and his eyes closed. Éponine plopped down next to him and sat in the same position. Enjolras's hand found hers and he held it tightly. She squeezed it back and felt a warm feeling in her chest. It wasn't the same feeling she experienced with Maris, but it felt nicer, warmer. She felt more comfortable around Enjolras, and she didn't feel the need to be anyone but herself. Around Maris, she always had to find new ways to impress him, and try to catch his eye. She opened her eyes and looked over at Enjolras. He was still in the same position, but he had a small smile on his face. She looked at his face, as if for the first time. She looked at his chiseled jaw, his soft lips, his high cheekbones, his nose, his eyes, and his creased forehead. Her train of thought was interrupted by Enjolras opening his one eye and said, "You know it's rude to stare, right?" With a smirk on his face. She playfully punched his arm and leaned in so her head was on his chest. She swung her legs onto the couch and snuggled into Enjolras. She felt him kiss the top of her head and she smiled. Why was she chasing around someone who would never love her when she had Enjolras right there? He cared for her, and he was growing on her. She closed her eyes and Enjolras draped his arm across her back. As his fingers began to twirl through her hair, a picture was forming in her mind. The last time she had gotten one of these pictures was earlier that day when Enjolras had kissed her.
She had imagined that it was Marius kissing her, not Enjolras. Now, however, it was not Marius she saw. She saw Enjolras and she knew that Marius was no longer in her mind. It was Enjolras and only Enjolras. She opened her eyes and sat up. Enjolras's eyes met hers. His blue eyes poured into hers, flooding her with emotions. She leaned forward so that their foreheads were touching, not disrupting their eye contact for a second. She took a deep breath before closing her eyes and leaning in to kiss him. Their lips met and Enjolras pulled Éponine closer to him. She kissed with a passion, one that she had never felt before. Thoughts of Enjolras filed her mind and she couldn't be happier. She loved Enjolras, now she knew. He was no longer a ploy in her attempt to win Marius's heart. He had stolen hers, and there was nothing she could do about it.
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Not a Dream
Fanfiction"One rainy night in Paris, there was a girl running. The brisk wind cut through her wet, tattered dress. She felt like she was running for hours through the slums of the city, when in fact, it was only minutes. She knew he would send someone after...
