Smoke Screens

How am I supposed to die at the barricades when I see my future in your eyes?

Love had never been in the cards for Enjolras. He could never take his eyes away from his beloved Patria for long enough to notice women around him. At least, that was the case until the sapphire eyes of a woman from a cabaret began to consume his every thought.

I am not Victor Hugo. I do not own any of the characters from Les Misérables.