Suddenly Eponine came to her senses. Her eyes grew wide open and released herself from is grasp. They stood and stared at each other for a while and then eyes filled with tears Eponine sunk to the cobbled street her guilt struck through her like a wave.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered as she sat on the cold, hard ground wondering if he realised what he’d done. He had made her feel a guilt and something she would never feel for Marius who was her love, the one for whom she felt some sort of feeling for she knew was more than love. But Enjorlas had stirred something in her that she couldn’t put her finger on. She didn’t love him but somehow she felt she needed him. How could this be?
“There’s no need to be sorry,” he said crouching down next to her and cupping her cheek in his warm hand.
Taking his hand she stared into eyes and removed it from her face. She couldn’t bare his touch moving something in her. “I do not love you I am sorry.”
“Well then who do you love? Marius? The boy who fell in love with another within a second of seeing them? The boy who could never love you the way I could?” Enjorlas shook his head. “Love is not real if it is not reciprocated and I know for a fact you reciprocate my love. Don’t you?”
“I don’t know what I feel. It’s not the same feeling as I have with Marius. I knew the moment I met Marius all the years ago I would love him and I knew he would never love me back. When I met you all I knew was that you were an arrogant, obnoxious man who I would love if he had not given such a terrible first impression,” answered Eponine. Tears were streaming down her face in despair. She knew she would have to break his heart just as Marius had broken hers but she never thought it would be this difficult. She didn’t think she would feel this much for him.
“Describe what you feel when you see Marius for me and then compare it with what you feel when you see me?” Asked Enjorlas knowing that her replies would send daggers through him but he knew he would have to ask.
“Well, when I see Marius it stirs up something in me. I want to protect him and keep him safe from harm. He’s always been quite the charmer. When I’m with him time seems to stop yet fly. Whereas when I see you I don’t know what I feel. I wouldn’t have to protect you; you’d probably be the one protecting me. You don’t charm me you’re just blunt. When I’m with you time flies. That’s not love is it?” She sobbed as though she would never sob again.
“Well when I see other girls I feel what you first described. I feel the same with you as you feel with me,” said Enjorlas, “We love each other just admit it! You love me!”
“I must be getting on but this has been a nice chat,” she stood up wiping tears from her eyes. Turning to leave, she almost broke down again because she didn’t want to leave him but he caught her hand and whispered, “You must be curious no?”
“NO,” she said snatching her hand and running down the street in a moment of mad panic.
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