Often at night Marius would sit in his office writing notes, studying or reading. Many things he and his fellow student friends spent a lot of time doing. Except they were dead now. Never would they know what the future hold. Often he'd have visions. Visons of Enjolras there at his desk reading a book about politics in France. He could hear his voice numbing as he decided what to write in his speech. His satisfied face plastered in Marius' mind whenever he'd complete a speech to be proud off. He could hear his yells, his commandments given out at the barricade. Sometimes he could even feel Enjolras' hand on his shoulder like old times.
Marius picked up a book that belonged to Enjolras studying the cover.
"Oh my friends...my friends..." he muttered. Cosette had been watching from the door. Her poor Marius was hurting. He began to talk as if the blonde Male was there.
"You never got to see what became of Patrica..should of hung around longer I feel so guilty Enjolras...I should have died along side you.." Marius felt that hand on his shoulder.
There was no reviving any of his friends. They where dead.
"I failed you I failed everyone.." Cosette walked into the room.
"You need to let it go." Anger flashed in his eyes
"You expect to let my friends death just go? I can't do that Cosette!!" He snapped regretting is straight away.
Cosette knew he was having a hard time...
(I'm bored so I'm writing I may get a few up tonight
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Forgive me for you are dead..
FanfictionAfter the death of all his friends Marius can't escape there faces. He can't help be feel guilty that he was the one who remained alive. So many people never had to die. He sees them every where he goes and is struggling to cope.
