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[weneedasign]

[Enjolras stares at the rainbow, trying to hold himself as he normally does.

Except that's difficult when one has red rimmed eyes from crying and is all but hiding in his red hoodie. Still he's looking at the rainbow like he's about to say something. He opens his mouth, but is unable to get any words out. Licking his lips he starts again, then sighs, shaking his head.

Okay. This was a bad idea. In the end he can only manage a very quiet.]

Be careful if you enter the woods.

[Before ending the Iris Message.

For anyone who is curious/would like to actually seek Enjolras out they might be able to find him in two places.

A) At the archery range, letting arrow after arrow fly without any mind to any injuries he might be receiving. 

or

B) Lying on his bed in the Apollo cabin not really speaking much, though he does try to retain a sense of normalcy whenever he sees Maya.]

Comments

[anythingwithstrings]

It isn't. I don't want to let this become me, and the more people that know, the more likely that is. I don't need anymore therapy, I just need to let the past rest!

*Maya lashed out, she was tired of it, she was tired of it being such a big deal. It happened, she was moving on until some asshole brought it all back.*

Look, I've told someone, I cried, I just want it to rest so I can be myself. And not have everyone see me for what he did.

*She's not sure how to react to his statement of seeing someone. She has no idea if his was a betrayal, or just a dead loved one. She wasn't sure how that difference mattered, if it mattered at all.*

...Why'd you go out there anyway?

[weneedasign]

[To the lashing out he just raises his hands in a placating gesture.]

It is, but I'm glad you talked to someone.

But sometimes letting the past rest is easier said then done.

[He knows that for a fact.

To her question he gives her an almost confused look.]

I went because you had been acting off since you went to woods, Dany has as well. I was worried and wanted to see what was going on. I just... Didn't expect to see a ghost.

[anythingwithstrings]

The whole reason I was willing to come here was to leave this behind. I was tired of everyone looking at me, thinking about it, viewing me as... whatever they thought, based on what he did.

*The girlfriend of the dead kid. She could tell, the whispers when she left a room, the silences when she entered. It hurt so much, to be so alone surrounded by gawkers.*

...Why did you do something so boneheaded!? Just because I wouldn't talk about it doesn't mean I wouldn't have warned you that was a stupid plan.

sorry for sudden backtag!!! ;; Thought I'd responded earlier!

[weneedasign]

[He's curious what she means by that, but Enjolras is slowly getting the picture that at least something horrible happened to someone she was close too.

It's a bit odd how common that seems to be.]

You are aware that at least I would never look at you differently, especially based on something someone else did.

[Really, why did people do that?]

I'm well aware it wasn't the most brilliant of plans! That doesn't change the fact that I was worried about my family and friends and wanted to see what was going on.

[And that is one of the rare moments Enjolras has referred to anyone in the Apollo cabin as family.]

It's fine!

[anythingwithstrings]

*She looked at him for a long hard moment as she worked out the actual choice of sharing. Her emotions weren't bubbling over to be shared to take some of the pressure off her own heart. She wasn't... exploding, so she was actually going to have to make the choice to tell him... could she. He... was family, sorta.*

...He was my boyfriend. And he killed himself.

*A bitter taste enters her mouth but she pushes to explain this fully before she loses her nerve.*

It- he just did it, he'd been acting a little weird the few days before. But... he wasn't- it just happened. And I hated him for it, and I hated everyone around me for freaking out over it. Eventually I snapped, but I managed to put everything behind me and try to move on. I didn't want to think about it anymore, and I definitely didn't want to tell that bitch Eponine about it the day I arrived here.

And then there he is, in the woods near camp. Acting like nothing happened. I had thought I put my feelings to bed, that no part of me wanted him back. So seeing him... knowing it was a lie, but wanting it to be- you know.

I want whoever did this to suffer.