[Because perhaps, if he had died, he would remain here with them. He would never have his Cosette. But... To see him smile... to have him happy...
No, she could not think of it.
She closed her eyes, letting Enjolras' words wash over her. And for once, they were easy to listen to. They hit the right notes, playing some sort of gentle melody in her ear. This Grantaire- she had heard of him- had died with Enjolras. To love him. And yet...]
Not for the horrors my family inflicted on his beloved.
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No, she could not think of it.
She closed her eyes, letting Enjolras' words wash over her. And for once, they were easy to listen to. They hit the right notes, playing some sort of gentle melody in her ear. This Grantaire- she had heard of him- had died with Enjolras. To love him. And yet...]
Not for the horrors my family inflicted on his beloved.