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I slept peacefully, my soul comforted only by the gunshots and screams surrounding me, falling upon my ears as if it were a soft lullaby sung by a mother retaining youth.
Yet suddenly, the meledy of suffering ceased.Silence hit my ears as a hand on a drum;The world almost stood still.
Soft voices murmured above me.Most I did not recognise.But one;One!Oh how sweet a song his voice was to my indifferent ears, the angel of a man, juxtaposed by a wooed devil, my Apollo, who shines as Helios does, Enjolras.The others were presumably the guard.
Yet if my sun and my earth faced the guard then surely-
In some cosmic hourglass, grains of pure gold trickled down, slowly making their way to the bottom.Almost finished.
From where I lay, I seemed indistinguishable from a corpse.A guarentee of safety.
I opened my eye slightly, as to not allow the guard to see me.
There he stood.That fine glory of a man.That true son of Venus.That fiery soul, confined in a body of flesh that presented as gold.
He presented his breast to the gunmen;A fine thing, a ripe fruit stitched into flawless skin.
He smirked in a strange satisfaction, as a barrel was pressed to his chest, in a manner in which I shall never quite understand.
I stared into his dazzling eyes, like diamonds embedded in a silver skull, for the final time.
Oh, Enjolras;I had hardly lived before him, how could I live without him after snatching away a sweet taste of his soul in his short life?In our short life.
It was not as if I was drunk.This was a distinctly sober decision I had made.For seemingly the first time.
I rose quickly, stealing the eyes of the guard from the sun, and held my breath for a second, before beginning to yell;
"VIVE LA REPUBLIQUE!I BELONG TO IT!"
The angel of mortal flesh turned to me, and I could tell something had shifted in the paintings one would call his eyes.
He had never looked at me like that before.It was not with scorn, nor frustration, not even pity.It was admiration.It was desire.A strange sort of longing.A finale of requite.
After all the time I had known him, he looked upon me like I had upon him.
He wanted myself, I could see it clearly.And, I would rather not object to the idea.
"VIVE LA REPUBLIQUE!!" I repeated, my voice steady.
"End two men in one shot." I stated, oddly calmly.
I held my hands out to him.
"Do you permit it?" I whispered, drawing ever closer.
He grasped my hand, smiling more genuinely than I had previously seen, and nodded subtly.
We were living on borrowed time.If I could do anything, it would surely be my last act.
And so, with great precision, I pulled my self to the divinity's face, leaning on his shoulders.He supported me.
And in that second, I knew the world as I had never knew it before.My chapped lips facing his floral mouth, my reddened scleras staring into his clear, pale irises.
But, by their very nature, a second ought not to last.A searing pain shot through my stomach.I did not particularly mind.But Enjolras, oh, Enjolras, undeserving of this fate, was unable to hold me any longer, the eight bullets that had lodged themselves in his flesh, Piercing himself to the wall like a mere map on a corkboard.
I fell at his feet, a crimson wave trickling through my tattered shirt.If I had one wish, in this current moment, it would be to die sooner.I desperatly clutched at the feet of the God of a man that lay before me.
Another gunshot.Through my skull.
Took them long enough.