Y/N's POV:
I took a step back, realizing I was holding his hand with both mine. I stared at him standing there near me, with his red jacket contrasting the whiteness of the snow that had fell in the meantime. It reminded me of blood. Blood means life, but means also death. Blood keep us warm in the coldness. Blood reminds us of war, blood reminds us of birth, our worse fears and our best memories. Our most beloved fellows and our most hateful enemies.
Blood, blood, blood...
But Joly entered the garden running in an instant. "He coughed blood..."
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She's The Flame | Enjolras x Y/N
FanfictionAll the discussions about revolution and republicanism seem to be only an idea. A great idea surely, but only in the minds of les Amis de l'ABC. This is the greatest fear of Enjolras; the people are tired and will not have the power to support a rev...
