Summary: Grantaire turned towards the wall so that Enjolras would not see the slight quiver of his lower lip. "Without you, all I am is dead."
"I'm sorry." Enjolras slipped out of the room, closing the door gently behind him.
Word Count: 882
Author's Note: Angst, so much angst! I'm considering writing a sequel to make it better, but I don't know if I should. I kinda like it this way.
( Dream here... )