How Sweet It Is

How Sweet It Is

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How sweet it is to die for one's fatherland, or "Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori," as said in the famous Latin poem by Wilfred Owen. Eponine, Courfeyrac, and Enjolras, three modern day teenagers who know little to nothing about war, find themselves caught up in a heart-wrenching battle of love, tears, and pain during their senior year of high school. Courfeyrac, a sweet, sensitive boy whose best friends happen to be the geniuses of the school, often feels overshadowed by Enjolras' good-looks and intellect. However, he finds solace in his good friend Eponine, whom he has secretly loved since the day he laid eyes upon her. Enjolras, an intelligent young man who yearns to join the army and die for his country, suddenly begins to lose focus on school when he realizes that he, too, has become taken with Eponine. What these boys do not know is that Eponine harbors a few secrets of her own, and her life is about to become more complicated than anyone could possibly have imagined. All three of them will have to learn the bittersweet taste that war and fighting bring, and soon they will all be called to make difficult choices and sacrifices. Will they give up on the battle of love? Or will they all learn how sweet it really is?
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I couldn't answer him. I didn't know what to say to him. I didn't think I could really say anything to him. I did not want to face the facts of what had happened, or the consequences I knew were soon to follow. I just wanted to avoid it all. I wanted to deceive the passion that was burning deep inside of me, and simply forget that any of this had ever happened. I wished to pretend that I hadn't slept with Marius, and betrayed Eponine. I wished that it was Enjolras who I truly loved, and wanted to spend the rest of my life with. But I simply couldn't. You can't deceive passion. No matter how much I had wanted to. I couldn't. It was too late. _______________________________________________________ I did not create the characters or settings used within this plotline. That was Victor Hugo. I only claim to own what I have written down here.

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