My heart belongs to Soldier boy

Inspiration from mermaidmarissa12398, Eponine's POV. Thank you so much for reading this. I apologize for any spelling and grammar this is my first story. All of these characters belong to the original writer of Les Miserables Victor Hugo. (There is a slight POV to Enjolras' briefly)

Chapter 2:  Demanding and Sinking

That night as the darkness creeped up on the sun, I felt hands on my shoulders as I felt my hands tied together.

"Don't squirm or it will hurt more!" A deep voice said in the darkness.

Then it all went black...
I was blindfolded...
The only thing that I could hear was the sound of rushing water and thinking to myself, I can't swim is this where I die? Blindfolded, by myself, and who did this to me? . 

"Who leads the rebellion!?" The voice says.
" I don't know!" I say through my tears.
"Okay then I have to push you." The voice  threatened.

This is it. Before I could live I die. ...

I was wet, cold, and couldn't breathe. I was under water. Then I succumbed to the cold water...

It was dark and a white light in front of me but then I hear a familiar voice calling me by name,
"Eponine! Eponine wake up come back to me! Please."

It pulled me back to France. Shivering. Cold. Familiar face bending over me we were soaked with water our clothes were wet. Enjolras had saved me from death. He took me home and we rested.

Enjolras' POV

On my way home I heard splashing in the water and though it was strange I thought nothing of it until I thought that, Eponine had not been at the meeting did something happen to her?
The next thing I knew I had my hands around her waist and I was pushing on her chest and trying to give her air and then she started breathing. We went back to my house to sleep I had carried her Bridal style. I held her close to me to keep her warm and she curled up in my arms. Then we fell asleep together on the mattress conserving body heat. In the darkness I felt her shuddering and trying to not wake me. I rubbed her back and ran my fingers through her hair until she was asleep. The next day I awoke with her in my bed and my hand was around her waist as her poetic breath had settled and then I heard footsteps from the hall.