Happiness Does Not Belong

A silence descended upon the eerie atmosphere, Eponine instantaneously turned her back away from Enjolras. The firelight shadows could hide her tears, if she were to see the disgust in his eyes; it would shatter her to pieces. Therefore, her surprise is understandable when she deeply felt soft fingers grace hers. With a trembling body, she sparked the courage to finally meet her eyes. Her heart tightened at the sight of sympathy in his luminous eyes; no trace of disgust, none whatsoever. Instinctively, his fingers laced through hers; with sweet passion. With their delicate closeness, she could trace the curve of his lips. For once, she was not ashamed of her sensational feelings.
“You presume that all I will feel is disgust, except I know you more than you can imagine.” He closed the stance between them; his hands brushed away the stray curls that were covering her russet black eyes. Her body curved against his naturally, a gravitational attraction pulling them together. “Gavroche was not the only I knew at that care home, I spoke to Monsieur Guilmette many times. He spoke a young girl that bravely saved his life; she used her body as a shield to protect him. An elderly man is still breathing today because she couldn’t bear the thought of him suffering.”
Eponine ripped herself away from his warmth at the sudden confession. How could he stand there and justify her actions? All truth is simple... Is that doubly a lie? She intensely desired to be judged, not excused! “That was one man! I have assisted in the death of so many good people, don’t make excuses for me!” Her voice was shrill with anger. She deserved to be punished for her actions, not to be given a second chance! Enjolras held his hands in surrender; every part of his bo...

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... marble statue she would witness was a thing of the past, Enjolras mightily stood in front of her; his eyes were raging with pressured desperate desire. Her soul had been thrown into the flaming, shining eye of heaven, and she deeply felt awoken.
“What, Enjolras? You admire and what?” Goodness knows why, but a seductive nature had overwhelmed Eponine. Closing the distance once more, she traced her finger across the inside of his shirt.
“Say it, Enjolras.”
She had expected him to detach himself, speaking of honour and virtue. Except he did no such thing. With an overwhelming power, he wrapped his muscular arm around her waist and pulled her body against his. Brushing his lips against hers, the air was electric with craving. Resting his pallid brow against hers, he chose to whisper words that no man would ever think he would utter.
Unfortunately, the door opened.