"𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍" | 𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄́𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

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{Enjolras POV}

"CLARA WAKE UP!", I yelled. I begged her to open her beautiful eyes again. I shook her shoulders. "Enjolras, Enjolras, stop.", Joly said. My tears rushed down my cheeks and I felt helpless. The love of my life was dead. And it was all my fault. I heard small sobs coming from one of the corners.

I totally forgot about Gavroche! Her own brother. I walked to the little boy and kneeled in front of him. He looked at me with tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes. I pulled the little boy in a tight hug. Both of his sisters risked their lives and lost the fight to survive.

And he watched them die. "YOU AT THE BARRICADE LISTEN TO THIS! THE PEOPLE OF PARIS SLEEP IN THEIR BEDS! YOU HAVE NO CHANCE, NO CHANCE AT ALL! WHY THROW YOUR LIVES AWAY!", the Army Officer yelled. "Let us die, facing our foes. Make them bleed while we can!", I said.

"Make em pay through the nose!", Combeferre added. "Make em pay for every woman and man!", Courfeyrac yelled. This was the end. They were much stronger than us. We were outnumbered. But nothing mattered anymore, since my beloved Clara died in Courfeyracs arms.

"We will destroy them. I am a 100% sure that's what Clara would've wanted. Now let's kick some french ass.", Feuilly whispered. I regained my strength once again. He was right. I was doing this for her. She was my inspiration and my motivation. I was gonna fight them. And we were gonna win.

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{Courfeyrac POV}

Well this backfired. Our Revolution has come to an end. Only a few of us survived. Too many have sacrificed their lives for this Revolution. We were hiding, with a wounded Enjolras.

Combeferre, Grantaire and I hid while they were looking for us. Enjolras got shot in his shoulder and he lost a lot of blood already. "We need to get him to the hospital, immediately.", Combeferre said. "They will shoot us.", Grantaire replied.

"I know the backdoor. We could get out there." "Wait, they're leaving.", Grantaire said. He was standing by the window. "We need something to stop his bleeding.", Combeferre said. Then his attention fell on the red flag. He took it and tied it to his shoulder.

We waited a few minutes before we ran. We were going to come back later, to say goodbye.

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{Enjolras POV}

I woke up in a hospital bed. My right shoulder was patched up. My shoulder didn't hurt as bad as my heart did. Who was going to patch that up? The door opened and Joly approached me. "Joly.", I gasped. For once in my life, I was happy to hold that hypochondriac in my arms.

"I'm so glad that you're alive.", he whispered. "Clara is gone, isn't she?" "That's why I am here actually.", he said. "What?" Then she stepped inside. She looked like she was in pain. My beautiful Clara was alive. She was beautiful.

"Clara.", I whispered." "I am here Enjy.", she said. She smiled at me. "You guys must be careful now. You both got shot after all.", he said. Joly then exited the room.

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{Clara POV}

My Enjolras. He was alive. Even with bruises, he was still handsome. He was my hero. He touched my cheeks and pulled me in for a kiss. "Do never do something like this again!", he said. "Yes Monsieur.", I joked. "Thank you for living.", he whispered.