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Jehan rolled over on top of his lover, giggling softly as he kissed his neck, both of them calming down from the force of their releases. He traced light patterns over his chest, following the trail with his lips as the man chuckled.

"You ready to go again already?" He asked, looking down at the small poet who just shook his head, biting his lip innocently.

"I have to go home, it’s getting kind of late." He smiled, kissing him softly before sitting up. The man got up as well, kissing his shoulder.

"You never stay." He complained quietly, his kisses moving up Jehan’s neck. “Stay tonight, you’ll like it, I promise." He teased, nibbling on his ear.

Jehan crossed his legs and chewed on the end of his pen, writing as he had a moment of peace. He was waiting for his usual visitor to stop by, glancing towards the door every few seconds as the rhymes looped delicately onto the pages of his journal, in languages that weren't his own. 

ABC Cafe/ Red and Black - Les Miserables Cast

♫ It is time for us all

To decide who we are…

Do we fight for the right

To a night at the opera now?

Have you asked of yourselves

What’s the price you might pay?

Is it simply a game

For rich young boys to play?

The colors of the world

Are changing

It was her hard work, her blood, sweat, and tears, her pride and joy. And he was going to take it away from her...

...

"No! Cedric! Please don't!" She was crying out to him, her voice coated with distraught and strain. She was trying to make him pity her, trying to make him see how broken she would be if the deed was done.

"What? This? You don't want me to touch this?" he mocked,, placing a hand on the board. She was shaking, trembling with alarm. She watched as he carefully took a picture off the board, a picture of one of her friends. He glanced at the picture, scoffing to himself soon after. "Aw, what's this? Little Ali has finally made friends? How sweet..." She watched as he took the picture in his hand and tore it painfully slow, the sound piercing through her. She watched as he nonchalantly let the pieces float down to the ground. She felt as if he had torn her as well.

"Cedric! Please!" She was on the verge of tears. She was doing everything she could to spare her work, her everything. Damn it, she thought, tugging at the restraints he put on her, squeezing her eyes shut through the tears. If only she could get up off her knees and save it...

He had that sadist grin on him lips as he watched her through her pain. He licked at his lips for a moment before turning back to the board hanging on the wall. "Now what should we do with this, hm?" he asked, turning back to her.

She looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Cedric, please. I'm begging you." she whimpered. He merely shook his head. "That's not what I asked you, love." He then turned back, musing on the matter. He then took the fragile object off the wall, holding it with the least bit of care. Alison's eyes grew widen, her stomach twisting in a sickening knot. "No...No, Cedric, please!" 

"This is quite lovely. Worked quite hard on it didn't you?" he asked, looking down on her. 

"Please, no. Don't. I'm begging you. I'm sorry, Cedric. I'm sorry I was late again today. Please!" 

She kept pleading and apologizing, shaking her head, whimpering, trembling, crying. He flashed her a quick smirk before his features hardened, darkening dramatically. "You should have thought about that before you put this before us."

...

A sickening crack echoed in the room when he broke the board against his knee. It was such a simple task for him to do, just like how it was simple for him to break her. 

She couldn't remember screaming, but she was sure she did. She remembers her eyes being glazed over as they witnessed the board snap in two, her precious pictures scattering on the ground. There was a tightness in her chest, a blindness she couldn't describe. He had ripped her to shreds, ruined her. 

It was a beautiful night out. Alec found it so much easier to look at the sky in the park than anywhere else in the city. He could see all of the stars, glistening like diamonds thrown across a velvet sky. He sat back on the bench, pulling out a cigarette and was about to light up, but he, in his rush to get out, forgot his lighter.

The teenager looked around and spotted a stranger standing not too far from where he was sitting. "Hey, buddy," he called. "You got a light?"