1832. French Revolution. He stood at the top of the barricades, raising his red flag over his head. A few moments passed and the general of the national guardsmen arrived and asked, "Who's there?" Being the girl that I was, I just stayed quiet and looked at him. I looked at the man whose eyes could make you feel like you're staring at the sun. Someone shouted back, "FRENCH REVOLUTION!" And bullets were firing everywhere. I was hesitant to stand there and just watch my fellow comrades being shot on random places. I kept my eyes on him. On Apollo. I felt my pupils dilate when a national guardsman took aim at him at a close range. Without a second thought, I ran towards the barricade and took the bullet from the enemy. I heard him call, "Ponine! Don't you dare die on me!", but it was far too late, my vision was black. 2013. Present time. It was crazy because, you know, I was reincarnated. I checked my reflection, I was still Eponine Thernadier. The girl who was always on her own. I am now attending Duschene Academy as a senior, my brother Gavroche is also on the academy as well, he is a freshman. It was creepy you know, because we didn't die from the revolution. We are very much alike. So one day, when I decided to practice my playing on the violin, I stumbled upon a boy. He was wearing a red sweatshirt, blond hair and brooding blue eyes. Wait, it can't be...it was Apollo. It was Enjolras.
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