I woke up in my bed. Courfeyrac wasn't next to me and my window was closed. I felt scared that a Guard may have taken him away. Then the door opened to my adjoining bathroom. "Good morning món chéri. How did you sleep?", he asked with a big smile on his face.
"I was scare that the Guard took you away." "Don't worry about me. I can defend myself." "What? Do you have a gun? Oh my God, Alexandre!", I said shocked. He just laughed. "Pssh not so loud!", he said in between laugher. My face turned serious. His did too. "Are you alright?" I nodded. I had to.
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I got ready for the funeral of my friends. I begged Courfeyrac to go to Feuilly's, Joly's, Bahorel's, Bossuet's and 'taires families to tell them a proper funeral was planned. He left and the maids stormed in my room. "Your majesty. What are your plans for today?"
"Going to the funeral of my friends who died. They deserve a proper funeral and grave.", I said. They nodded and put my hair into a neat bun. God, I was so sick of buns. The maids moved away from me and I looked into the mirror. This isn't me. This is not Emilia Choquet. Not Emilia de Courfeyrac. This is a monster. "Your majesty, the carriage is here to take you to the cemetery.", a Guard said. "Merci.", I said.
I walked as fast as my dress would allow and got into the carriage. After hours of arguing about the burial of my friends, he finally gave his consent. Soon the carriage came to a stop and Courfeyrac opened the door. He helped me out of the carriage. "How are you doing?", he asked. "What can I say? The dress is bugging me, our friends are dead. But I feel happy that they get a funeral.", I said.
"Their families are grateful for that. Especially 'taires sister. She was happy when I told her, that the french princess was organizing a funeral for her brother.", he said. "How's Enjolras?" "You live.", Enjolras said.
He bowed. "Please don't. For you, I am Emilia. You're my friend. I hate being bowed to.", I explained. "For some part I want to hate you, but I can't. Because you have such a big heart and I can't thank you enough for what you have done.", Enjolras said.
"Grantaire was my best friend. And the others? I held a special memory with all of them. For example, Bahorel once taught me how to defend myself. Then I accidentally broke his nose. Joly patched him up. I felt guilty but he just laughed it off.", I said, smiling at the memory. Everything used to be so easy.
Many people stood around the graves. Feuilly's wife and children, Alicja and Amanda. Bahorel's girlfriend Marinette. Bossuet's father Gabriel. Joly's parents. And Grantaire's sister Sophie and his mother. It broke my heart seeing their sad faces. Then I saw Gavroche. He was collecting daisies for his beloved friends. "Look at Gav. He's collecting flowers for their graves.", I said to Courfeyrac.
"He had nightmares ever since we got home. He's scared for you." "I want to adopt Gavroche, can we do that?", I asked him. "Are you serious?" I nodded. "Of course we can. We need to ask him though." Then the words from R came back to my mind. "I'm sorry, I need to find Enjolras."
I looked everywhere for that man. He was nowhere to be seen. Then I spotted him: his red coat was changed to a black one. I walked over to Apollo. "Can I sit here?" He nodded. "I just remembered something that Grantaire told me. On the 5th, Grantaire was shaking because he was sober. He said he didn't drink because of you. He'd take a bullet for you.", I remembered.
"Did he really say that?" "He did. He loved you, Enjolras and he wanted to marry you.", I said. "I know. It's just so hard to deal with this. I caused this. I killed him.", he said sobbing his heart out. I hugged him tightly. "I am so sorry Enjolras.", I whispered.
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The funeral was beautiful. Everyone was crying. Joly's mother walked over to me. "I must thank you for this beautiful funeral. My son spoke very highly of you. He would always speak about the nice waitress. Thank you for spending time with my son. May God bless you.", she said, hugging me tightly.
Then Grantaire's sister and mother came to me. "We must thank you as well. Grantaire loved you. He was a drunk boy, who we couldn't help getting over the alcohol. Thanks you and Enjolras, we could finally stop him from the alcohol. We must thank you for being a special part in my brothers life.", she said, hugging me as well.
The remaining boys and I stayed there, even after everyone had left.
"Thank you Emilia.", the boys said in union.
(A/N: I sadly had to be at a funeral this summer and I tried to write not so much because it brings up bad memories. I am very sorry 😢 but I hope you all like this chapter anyways ❤️)
