Oct 31, 2014
Jehan had never felt this alone, this unwanted, this broken.
They rang the doorbell at the Fauchelevent house, unsure of who else to turn to. They had known Enjolras and Cosette for a long time, perhaps they could give some guidance.
They did not, however, expect their friends' dad to open the door, in time to see their tear lined face.
"Oh, um, sorry," they said awkwardly, quickly rubbing their sleeve against their eyes to hide the tears. Words escaped them, they were unable to ask if Enjolras or Cosette was home.
