Happiness Does Not Belong To Me

640 WordsJan 28, 20183 Pages
Marius threw the door open in the manner of a mad man, he barged into the sullen room with a panicked expression. The numerous voicemails full of Enjolras’ angry, assertive voice had pulled him through the Melancholy metropolis in urgency. Something was deeply wrong; it was a rare case to behold Enjolras so frenzied with his crimson heart’s desires. “I’m here, what’s wrong?!” He glanced around the room in worry, Enjolras was a mess. His shirt was ruffled, his tie was loose around his neck; sweat has beaded across his brow with his blond curls unruly. Combeferre was calm; however his luminous eyes betrayed him. Under the faux-optimistic cobalt, was an anxious emerald? Courfeyrac unquestionably could not stay stationary, every second he would resume a new position. His energy that was usually wasted on rapture was now being employed for worry. The second Enjolras beheld his friend; his hand was wrapped around his collar in an instant. “If you were Eponine and you were in distress, where would you go?” His voice booming voice ricocheted throughout the building, Marius’ voice was caught in his throat at the sight of his ferocity. There was something new and alive in Enjolras’ eyes, he had seen that look himself. In himself when he beheld himself in the mirror after gazing at Cosette for the inaugural time. It was the look of love. “Answer me!” He pleaded in desperation. “Um-somewhere to hide-“Marius spluttered in surprise. “She would go somewhere that was special to her, but
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