Les Couleurs du Monde (An Enjolras Les Misérables Fanfiction)

Chapter XIX ~ Turning

The soldiers were dismantling the last of the barricade. Women moved about the street, seeking their dead loved ones among the bodies. They were the families of the students - Enjolras's mother, Grantaire's sister, Courfeyrac's uncle - and the working women of the slums for whom they died. They were all united now in their grief.

A group of women were washing the bloodied cobblestones and spoke as they worked.

"Did you see them going off to fight?" muttered a woman somberly.

Another shook her head in dismay. "Children of the barricade who didn't last the night."

"Did you see them lying where they died? Someone used to cradle them and kiss them when they cried."

"Did you see them lying side by side?"

"Who will wake them?"

"No one ever will."

"No one ever told them that a summer day can kill."

"They were schoolboys, never held a gun. Fighting for a new world that would rise up like the sun."

"Where's that new world now the fighting's done?" The women moved off to go about their day's business.

One woman stayed behind, kneeled over the blood of the students. A single tear slid down her face.

The woman stood in a profound silence before moving to where the bodies were. She felt so grieved having to look at them. She knew every single one of the men and few women as she scanned the bodies. Her eyes came to the leader of the revolution. She carefully walked over to him, bent down, and placed a single lily on his chest. Her somber eyes hovered over her friend's bodies before she turned, leaving the site.

The woman had a visible bruise on her forehead.

The woman was pregnant.

The woman was Elise.

(( Extremely short.

But revealing. *awkward giggle* So what do you think of this little twist? ))