"𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍" | 𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄́𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝟎𝟖

"Why?", I asked. "Please just sit down." I sat down next to Enjolras. He looked scared. His face was red and that did not come from the slap. "Clara, I met you about a month ago." "Correction: you met me 7 weeks ago.", I corrected.

"We had a rough start and I apologize for that. During those 7 weeks, I got to know you. What I am trying to say is that you have grown on to me. I think you're nice.", he stuttered. I had to suppress my laugh. "Thanks, I guess. I think you're nice too." "Don't mind me, I'm just—.", Courfeyrac started.

"Oh, did I interrupt you guys?", he added. "Yes, you did. What are you doing here?", Enjolras asked, his face turning even more red than his jacket. "I forgot something. Just continue. Pretend I am not here.", Courfeyrac said. "Enjolras, I do not know what you're trying to tell me. And I don't think you just wanted to tell me I'm nice. I am aware of that."

Both boys burst out into laughter. "What?", I asked. "Nothing." "Go on, tell me what you actually want to say to me." "God he loves you!", Courfeyrac chimed in. "What? Enjolras, is that true?" He looked down at the table. "Enjolras—." "Yes, it is.", he whispered. "Courfeyrac, please go home!", I said.

"Alright. I'm gone. Have fun you guys.", he yelled before exiting the room. I kneeled down next to him. "I just made a fool out of myself. Didn't I?" "No, you didn't." "I didn't?" "No." We looked at each other. It was silent. Only our heartbeats could be a heart. He inched closer and kissed me.

***

I woke up in the Café. The sun shined through the big window. My back was aching, my head throbbing. I slowly sat up and looked around. My shoulders were covered in the red jacket.

I looked around to see Enjolras still asleep. I got up and put the red jacket on him. He looked exhausted. He had bags under his eyes, a beard was growing. He had ink stains on his hands and face. But he was still beautiful.

I took a few steps back as his eyes fluttered open. He stretched and looked at me. A smile crept him on the face. "Good morning Mademoiselle." "Good morning Enjolras." "How did you sleep?" "Fine. Thank you." "Don't worry. You'll get used to the back pain.", he said.

"So I assume that you sleep in the Café often?" "I do. Work is consuming me." I heard footsteps approaching. I assumed it was Madame, but I was greeted by an unfamiliar face.

"Oh pardon. I didn't know you were in the company my love.", the girl said. I looked at Enjolras, hoping he would explain this situation. But all he did was stare at his own feet. "Who are you?", I asked. "I am Abby, his girlfriend.", she said.

"Girlfriend?", I asked. He looked sad. I was leaving. "Clara, please. Stay Clara!", he yelled after me. But I was done with this. He fooled me, making me believe someone could actually love me. Tears were rushing down my cheeks. I was hurt. He told me he loved me...

She was beautiful. The typical bourgeoisie. She was different from me. She was beautiful and I was just a nobody.

***

I avoided every confrontation with Eponine or the boys. I was far from being fine. I was lied to and too blind to see the truth. Why would a man like him choose me?

Eponine left to find Marius. It was the same day, just a different time. I heard a knocking on the door. I opened the door to see Jehan stand in my doorway. His cheery face turned into a serious expression when he saw my face.

"What's wrong?", he asked. "Come inside.", I told him. I wasn't going to say his name, but I was going to tell the story. I had to tell someone. Didn't I?

***

"Why is love so hard to find?", I asked. "Love is not hard to find. Fate just wants you to find the right one.", Jehan explained. "Well, Fate is a bitch." "Why?" "One day, you feel your life is finally getting a purpose, the next will crush you down. It always has been like that. Which is why I don't think this is Karma.", I said.

"Is this about Enjolras?" "No, no it's not." "Then why aren't you at the meeting?" "We fought." "Again?", he asked. "Yes." "Should I talk with him?" "No. I have to fight my own battles. Thank you, Jehan." "You're welcome Clara.", he said before hugging me. "I have to go now. But I'll see you later.", he added.

He left and I was alone once again. But Jehan made me feel better. Another knock rang out. I opened the door and my blood froze in my veins.

(a/n: hiiii. Thank you so much for reading the book. Maybe leave a comment below and tell me what you like about it.)