Follow You, Follow Me (103393 words) — Chapter 19
As Enjolras moved, Grantaire got up from the couch and sat on the coffee table. By the time Enjolras got himself into a sitting position, words were coming more easily, but his voice, when it emerged, was rough, like he’d smoked a few too many cigarettes. “You came.”
Another soft smile. “What are friends for?”
“Is that what we are?”
Grantaire’s smile fell.
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March 26, 2016: It’s been TWO DAYS SHY OF A YEAR. *hangs head in shame* But I’m about to have a super, super awful day, and for some reason that gave me the impetus I needed to finally finish this chapter. I’m so, so sorry for the wait. But I appreciate the patience of every single one of you who’s still following this story.
…no pun intended. ^_~
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