Enjolras didn't know what to think anymore. His world was suddenly different. The second attack had taken the young boy, Gavroche. This last attack had taken many more lives. It was only him and a few others.
He ran, a large piece of red fabric in his hand until he met Grantaire. They stood together. Grantaire looked Enjolras straight in the eyes. They were swollen and bloodshot. He touched his hand and all of the sudden Grantaire was gone. He lie on the floor moaning and bleeding. Then there was silence.
He knew what was about to happen. He looked down at Grantaire's still body. Everything seemed to be in slow motion now. The men of the National Guard fired there guns. A bullet hit Enjolras chest. He spit blood. Another hit around the same place moments after. Then another, then another. This until eight musket balls had gone through his shirt and chest. He fell. His last few seconds of memory was the one of his falling and hanging upside down. He clutched the flag in this hand, then the rest was silence. The barricade lay still. The bodies of the young men lie all around. The men were much too young. Too full of life, too full of pontential. The people who tried to make a change, gone so young.
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