Modern Les Mis: Grantaire

He was the cynic in a crowd of idealists, the non-believer spending his life in a church.  What else, then, was there for him to do, except to turn to drink to ease his pain, to use his bottles as a crutch so he may walk among those with hope.  His dreams had long ago turned to ashes, his ambition burnt away with them, leaving nothing but the wretched creature he had become.  He had eyes for none but the absolute, ears for nothing but passion, and a heart that belonged to only the man who seemed, to him, divine.


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