Jul 13, 2025
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“I was a teenage anarchist, lookin’ for—” Enjolras slaps a hand on his alarm clock, silencing it before it can get any further. He is getting very, very tired of waking up to that song. He sits up, scrubbing his eyes, frustrated, but not surprised that he’s still stuck. His mornings are beginning to feel routine again, as they had in high school, which is not comforting. He doesn’t want to get used to this, he wants to go home. And that means he’s going to have to try harder.
The final chapter is finally here!! Thank you everyone still reading for your patience <3
