Enjolras/Eponine. He wants to save his country. She wants another man. Their inevitable romance ends up hurting them both. Can these tumultuous lovers make it work, with revolution brewing?

Crying over me, bourgeois boy? she snickered, a devilish smirk played across her lips. "You didn't have to die," he whispered to her, as he reached for her hand and caught thin air. / One shot for E/É. Rated T because, well, I cried writing it and I think that counts for something.

Enjolras; for learning was his love, France was his mistress, and the men he surrounded himself with were his brothers. But when he gets lonely, he makes a hasty choice and sends his world spiraling out of control. And he drags every other poor soul down with him.