"I love you"
"You heard me, I love you, I always have. But don't worry; I know that you don't feel the same way. And how can you? I mean, you, the mighty Apollo, the leader of the Revolution. You're so perfect, so damn perfect and so beautiful, so damn beautiful. I'm not at your same level. I'm ugly, I'm a drunk, I'm a cynic and you, you are a believer. Selfish, but a believer any way"
"No, please, you don't have to have pity for me. I'll be okay, I promise. I just want you to know that, because I have felt this way for a long time now and I think that I have to move on. Even it's impossible to stop loving you"
"No, please, let me finish enj. I love you, and I can't be doing this anymore. I can't hold on it any more….I'm leaving enj"
"What!? Y-You, you, you can't leave! Grantaire please, if you just listen to me for a minute then-"
"No enj. I can't, I can't bear it any more. I love you, and that's why I'm leaving. I have a friend who leaves in England. He has offered me to live with him. I let you be free and-"
Enjolras kiss Grantaire.
"Can you please shut up for a moment and listen to what I have to say!? You're not going anywhere, ok? I'm not going to let you leave"
"Why?" Grantaire sob.
"Because I love you too, you idiot", Enjolras chuckle holding Grantaire.
"Wha-wha-what? Y-yo-you what? Please enj, if this is a joke, stop it because is not funny". Grantaire look away. He can't see him in the eyes. Stupid Apollo, why I have to be so weak with him? Why you're so perfect? Why I'm still standing here? Just run away R. Just run-
Enjolras smile and took Grantaire's chin to see his beautiful big sky blue eyes (Oh, how he love those eyes).
"Hey, look at me". I can't, I can't see you. "Look at me 'Taire". I'm so weak. "This is not a joke, not at all. I love you R, I always have. And that's why I can't let you go. Don't you dare let me be free. I want to be with you forever. I love you."
Grantaire sobbed again, "I love you too, Apollo". Enjolras smiles and they kiss again.
Is this a dream? Could it be that the Fearless Enjolras reciprocate my feelings? Could it be that the marble man isn't such a marble? I don't know, but I don't care. Enjolras is mine now. That's all that matters. And if this is a dream, then I will never wake up.