The City called Saint Michel

Chapter 18

It's 1832. Courfeyrac and Juliette have been together for almost 2 years now and they have also told the boys about them. The last year has been a hard year for Juliette.

Juliette lost her father. He had tuberculosis, just like her mother. Now, the bakery belonged to her and her brother. Juliette was a 20 year old woman now. She was helping planning the Revolution with Enjolras and Combeferre so she was a member of the Amis now.

"I like the view your giving me.", Courfeyrac said smirking. She had started spending the night with Courfeyrac. She was isolating herself from the outside world. She wouldn't talk to anyone. Courfeyrac didn't see her for many weeks. Maybe it was even a month.

Now she stayed with Courfeyrac. Alexandre wanted to live in the bakery but she couldn't. She was working there, but sleeping? She couldn't do that.
"I know you like my body. You have told me that quite a few times last night." Now it was her turn to smirk.

"Do you have to go now?" She nodded and gave him a kiss. Then she left the house. Courfeyrac heard the front door close and then he sprinted out of bed. He had to ask her. It was time. He wanted to spend the rest of his life, how short it may be, with her by his side.
There was a knock on the door. He feared that it was Juliette but he still opened the door, to reveal his favorite poet: Jean Prouvaire.
"Poet at your service.", Jehan said, taking a bow. Courfeyrac laughed. "So poet, how should I ask her? It has to be special. It should be romantic."

"How about red roses? Enjolras would love the idea.", Jehan said. "I'm not Enjolras. What is the meaning of white roses?", Courfeyrac asked. "Innocence, purity, charm. The meaning of white roses is everlasting love— love stronger than death, an eternal love, undying.", Jehan said the most poetic way anyone could describe.
"White flowers it shall be then.", Courfeyrac said smiling. She was innocent, maybe not for long but she definitely was.
"Do you have a ring?", Jehan asked. "A ring? No, I don't. I forgot about the most important thing for this proposal.", he said freaking out.

"Courf, we will find the perfect ring for her. And if we don't, then we'll ask Feuilly if he can help us.", the poet replied, calming down the shocked man, "Everything will be alright!"

(AN: I kind of lose inspiration for this fanfic but I really wanna continue this one. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this new chapter.)