Enjolras POV
He wept, He wept harder then He thought possible, this little boy was so young and innocent and now he was gone, snatched away from life by the cold and wrinkled hands of death..............all because of him. he pulled the cold and limp child closed and let his heart breaking sobs ring out into the night.
"Enjolras!......enjolras?....were are you?........ I have help," he heard coumfeyrac shout, how was he going to tell him about this.....to late. Coumfeyrac stumbled into the clearing followed by Grantaire, Joly, Combeferre and Marius.
"Enjolras I have................g-Gavroche?"
Coumfeyrac fell to his knees in front of me and looked at me with eyes pleading with the hope that it wasn't true, I tried to speak but just cried as Coumf' took the brave boy in to his arms. there was a horrible silence then an anguished cry as coumfeyrac buried his head of black curls into gav's small body,
"N-no....... p-pleas g-god n-no.......h-he c-can't b-be g-g-gone o-oh g-god please..........g-god GAVROCHE!!!" He screamed and cried as the others tried (and failed) to stop the tears racing down his cheeks. Grantaire walked over to the distraught boy and pulled him into a tight in-brace,
"I-it's ok coumf'...........it's ok," the young man dived into the for once sober drunkard,
"If......only.....i-........we...... G-got....here....faster" coumfeyrac sobbed. silent tears were running down jolys face and Marius was sobbing quitely into his shoulder. Grantaire was sobbing as well but could not compare to the the heart wrecking cries of a (sort of....not really) brother, Enjolras just looked up at the sky and cried and cried and sobbed,
" how?" He thought to himself as a new wave of salty tears ran down his face. all young men were suddenly shocked by a pained moan coming from the corner of the ally.