Burberry London Spring/Summer 2012 campaign, featuring British actor Eddie Redmayne
It seems there are some different faces since the last time I was here
It’s a pleasure to meet you all if we haven’t met, but if we have then its good seeing you again I’m sure.
“I know, I know I’m sorry. You have every right to hate me. Punch me, hit me, spit on me do whatever you want, I deserve it all.” Enjolras said, gesturing to himself. ”I’m selfish and a coward I should’ve told you before I left, I should’ve at least called. I never meant…I never meant for it to come to this.” he sighed, bringing a hand up to rub his face.
“…I just…” Sighing, Grantaire slumped, all the anger and fight pouring out of him just like that - Enjolras was admitting he was wrong, that he’d done something wrong, and that was all it took. Taking a shaky breath, he dragged a hand through his hair. “I…really missed you—” He finally murmured, keeping his gaze down. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore, thought you were just letting me down easy…”
Enjolras let out deep sigh when he saw the other relax slightly. At least he wasn’t as mad anymore, which was all he could ask for. The blonde paused a moment before hesitantly reaching up and cupping the other’s face gently, unsure at first if Grantaire would allow him to. “I will always want you, I promise. I’m sorry I caused you so much pain, I’m sorry you didn’t think I would be coming back. I love you so much I’m so sorry.”
“Being onstage is just a feeling that you cannot duplicate anywhere else because the energy that the audience is giving you forces you to give more energy. It’s such an output and exchange of energy. You can't do that anywhere else.”
Enjolras took a deep breath and closed his eyes. There was a physical pain in his chest watching the other like this and being the cause of it. If he could go back in time and take this whole thing back he would, but of course now that was impossible, so there was nothing more he could do then to try and fix it. “You’ve got that wrong you know. I know it was wrong of me to leave, but I never stopped thinking about you for a second. I still care about you and always will, theres nothing pretend about it.”
For a moment, Grantaire was silent, watching Enjolras close his eyes and take a deep breath. “…I fell apart when you left.” He muttered, looking away. “And I had to keep Eponine going, because she fell apart. And Meg, I had to help her take care of Meg, and make sure we had enough money, and…” Taking a deep breath, he shook his head. “I never even got to break down, Enj. I just…sometimes I hate you. And I can’t hate you and it sucks because I could turn around right now and walk away, but I can’t. I’m still in love with you, dammit Apollo.”
"I know, I know I’m sorry. You have every right to hate me. Punch me, hit me, spit on me do whatever you want, I deserve it all." Enjolras said, gesturing to himself. "I’m selfish and a coward I should’ve told you before I left, I should’ve at least called. I never meant…I never meant for it to come to this." he sighed, bringing a hand up to rub his face.