Enjolras stood there with the rest of the Amis, except for Marius as he was the only one that had survived. No one said a word, there was nothing to say, not when they had all just died. The leader was the first one to do something, he kissed each person on the cheek, a sort of 'thank you', Enjolras never was the kind of person for a gesture like that so the men knew that Enjolras had been touched.
When Enjolras reached Grantaire, instead of kissing him on the cheek, he engulfed the latter into a massive hug. Grantaire had literally asked Enjolras permission for the former to die with the blonde, the person Enjolras was least expecting had died beside him.
Then Enjolras did something no one could predict, he kissed Grantaire on the lips. Feuilly gasped, but it was shushed by five different people. His last moments had definitely changed him, Enjolras, for the better. Love is never late and love never dies.

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Enjoltaire One Shots
FanfictionA collection of original Enjoltaire one shots, drabbles and poems.