The Leader In Red - EnjolrasxGrantaire

The house is empty, as usual. The room is cold, except for the small lantern I'd placed on the mountain of books I would eventually read. I sit in my "art gallery", it's bare, but I like the empty feeling, the gentle breeze the open window brings - it brushes the dark curls of my hair, though they're slightly damp from sweat. I sit against the wall, my back lies on the soft, cushion-like texture of my bag. I'm alone again, waiting for my fellow students to come find me. It's just me, my art book and brushes, and the half-empty bottle that I grip so tight. When will this emptiness leave, and when will I smile once again?
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Yes.. This is an EnjolrasxGrantaire fan-fiction, and I'm complete trash for it. Anyways enjoy!