Lonely Souls

 "Who cares about your lonely soul? We strive toward a larger goal... our little lives don't count at all."

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To this had his glorious revolution come… naught but the blackness of night and the hideousness of unimaginable pain. God forgive him, he had tried… was there no mercy? Summoning every bit of strength in his body, he managed to shift feebly to the side... his fingers brushed against something lying close beside him. He lay still for a while, watching as the light faded into shadows. Only when it was gone did he dare to move again. If he could not see, then he must feel something… It was a human hand. The only tangible thing in this horrible darkness. He touched it only gingerly at first and then wrapped his fingers around it. It was a small hand… a woman’s hand. And it was covered in something wet and sticky. Blood. Of course it would be blood. Surely this woman, whoever she was, was dead. Was there no one left but him? God have mercy, why could he not die?

Author's Note: 

I'm a new convert to the Les Mis fandom, and I fell irrevocably in love with this story. This fic focuses on Enjolras and Eponine, I know that's not necessarily a popular pairing, but honestly, I don't care. I love these two together, and am probably the most die-hard shipper ever by now... This fic is based mostly on the 2012 musical, so I wrote with Aaron Tveit's Enjolras and Samantha Barks' Eponine in mind (because the 2012 musical is perfection, couldn't have been cast better, I even adore the actors that most people seem to think weren't cast right...) anyway. I did use some elements from the book, although I haven't read all of it yet. Kindly forgive any historical/medical/fandom inaccuracies... I've done my best and used artistic liberty when I had to. Hope you enjoy!!

Oh, btw... Music to Read By

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three