1Feels warning!
Enjolras was alone, making his final stand. His revolution had failed, his friends were dead, and he wasn't going down fighting. Still, he had sworn to go down with his revolution, no matter the end, a glorious dream of a world of freedom and equality. Maybe that dream could still become reality, but he wouldn't be there to see it. Alone, he faced the National Guardsmen, who had their rifles aimed, ready to Quebec his flame, once and for all.
Only he wasn't alone. Grantaire was walking towards him, Grantaire who had failed so many times before, but still had potential for so much more. Maybe this was what he had been destined for. Courage to stand by his friend as bullets rained down all around them.
Seeing Grantaire ignited a spark, his unquenchable spirit, giving light to all who had lost their way, a beacon of hope, lighting the darkness.
Together they stood, defiant until the end. And, as the captain gave the order to fire, Enjolras knew he wasn't alone. All his friends were with him. Death couldn't part them, they beckoned, even as the rest joined them.
All standing together, their hearts beating as one and their souls joining, to bring light to every part of the world.
That lasted for one, glorious moment, until, as one, the light died, plunging the world into darkness.
Sorry for the feels!
I was looking through my Les Mis photos, and saw one of Enjolras and Grantaire's death, with the rest of Les Amis with them, and another, same photo, with 'defiant last Satan's on it. Those gave me this idea.
Please review and tell me what you though!