poemsofsplendor:

[Text: Enjolras]

Perhaps I am at the corner of hopelessness and despair.

[Text: Enjolras]

Rue Cambon.

{ text message ‘Jehan’ }
well, stay there. I’ll bring the getaway car.

:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::

           And he does, even though
        no one should allow him to drive,
        ever. He doesn’t bring anyone
        else though he’s promised to call
        Combeferre if they need medical
        attention. Enjolras slows down,
        pulls up next to the lanky figure.

                                                      “Hey.”