A light rain fell over the silent, still barricade. The soft breeze blew over the peaceful students. Pouvaire and Joly lay side by side against some crates, as if they were singing on of their songs in the Café. Grantaire was lying amongst some empty wine bottles, which he himself had drank earlier. Combeferre looked as if he was in a peaceful dream. Still clutching his gun, Coutfeyrac was at his post. This was a regular sight at the barricade. Except for one thing. Everything was covered in blood. The students had fought well but couldnt win. They parished, fighting for the world they wanted. Their leader wanted it most of all. And he was the last one standing on the barricade that night. His friends laid dead at his feet, all weapons had run out and still he refused to give up. He grabbed the read flag that was the flag of freedom. There he stood, at the top of the barricade. And there he fell. I watched this from a corner. I had been injured, shot in the left shoulder and a broken leg (not to mention a few cuts and bruises). I tried many times to get up and fight but the pain would blind me as I moved my leg. So I watched. I saw my best friend, Eponine, killed. The rest followed. After the last fell I blacked out.
When I woke I saw all those I cared about covered in a red handkerchief. But I could not find Marius, or the man who had volunteered to kill Javert, our prisoner. My only thought was they got away. Marius had escaped and went to find the young woman he had fallen in love with. I hope you did, Marius, I wispered into the breeze. I pulled my self across the bloody ground to where Grantaire was. His blank eyes looked at me, and a chill ran down my spine. The others watched me as I closed Grantaires eyes and kissed his cheek. I stood myself up and looked back at the empty faces. Using a piece of wood as a crutch, I went to each of my friends and said goodbye to them as I had Grantaire. After, I found a way around to the front of the barricade. The sight was almost unbearable. Enjolras lay on his back, under him was the flag of freedom. His eyes were closed and his shirt was stained red, matching the flag. I went to him as quickly as I could and carefully got him down off the rubble of the barricade. I ignored the pain screaming in my leg and shoulder. I took Jolras in my arms. I began to cry as I held him.
IF ONLY - Part II
I always knew we would die here at the barricade, but as I watched my friends die around me I was reminded of better times. Grantaire had ran out of ammunition, so he picked up a bottle of wine. He was killed. Joly and Pouvaire were humming to themselves and together, as they always were, took bullets in the chest. Combeferre had a dreamy, far-off look, that we had become accustom to, when he finally fell after being pierced three times by a bayonet in the chest. He had been trying to save a wounded soldier. Courfeyrac, who had stayed at his post,fell limp into his chair after a blast from one of the soldiers guns. Marius and I stood alone. I looked to Marius and what I saw frightened me. His face was covered in blood, and his eyes were filled with a deep rooted pain and longing. At that moment a ball struck his shoulder. I took one last around me. I was the last. The leader. I grabbed every gun I could find but it didnt take long before nothing was left. I looked up and saw something Red. This is for us, I muttered to myself and my dead companions. Racing to the top of the barricade. I grabbed the flag of freedom and waved it high over head. Then I was hit. I fell. I didnt really feel the pain. We had lost, but I believed we had also won. Hopefully someone would continue our fight for a free country. I dont know how long Ive lied here. I dont have enough strength to open my eyes let alone move. The rain cools me, the breeze brushes my hair. It is a beautiful night.
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