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“Do you permit it?”
Those were Grantaire’s last words.
The last words of the cynic who went to the backroom of the Musain just to bother everyone, drink too much and draw something mediocre on his stupid sketchbook. Enjolras never understood why the artist attended their meetings. He didn’t care about politics, he didn’t believe in anything.
“I believe in you”, Grantaire’s voice sounded inside Enjolras’ head, that’s what he had told him. And suddenly, he understood everything.
Enjolras smiled at him and took his hand under the eyes of the National Guard who aimed at them with their bayonets. The leader of the barricade turned to face his dead with a smile, he was still smiling when five bullets were fired in their direction. Four of them were nailed under Enjolras’ skin, the fifth one missed its target and hit the wall.
Enjolras took a look at Grantaire for the last time before the agonizing pain of his wounds made him pass out, thinking his friend would be equally hurt. But Grantaire wasn’t physically wounded, he was standing still. Enjolras felt happy for him, he felt happy because at least Grantaire wasn’t going to die. At least one of them could go on fighting. His deep green eyes, filled with angst and desperation were the last thing Enjolras saw before falling unconscious.
Grantaire saw the people that just sentenced Enjolras to death abandoning the place and leaving him alone with the dying body of the blonde boy.
Enjolras seemed to have stopped breathing. Grantaire tried to bring him back to life just how Joly had taught him a few years ago after a boxing accident, but it was useless. He looked at his own hands, now red, stained with Enjolras blood and at that moment he knew that all hope was lost.
He hugged Enjolras' body desperately, sobbing. Every light in his world had gone out with Enjolras, and without him, there was only darkness.
He didn’t know how much time he spent like that, grasping the unconscious body of his friend, when he was interrupted by worried voice that didn’t belong to anyone that Grantaire knew:
“Hello?”