HERE @ freedomofheart
"We shall hold fast for as long as there is breath. We shall endure for as long as there is hope," he promises in a voice fairer than gold and brighter than glory.
"Damn," she sighs, "there goes my weekend."
The revolution lasts longer than expected, and Enjolras and Éponine go a little stir-crazy at the barricade.
(New and last chapter) Day Seven: The Black Bull of Norroway
And then there was you.