Ƭhere was once two men. They were together, and had previously been enemies. That story was entertaining- but it is time for a new one. Alexander Hamilton and Thomas Jefferson. They had gotten married, but neither of them wished to change their last names. This is their story.
Alexander got sick one day. Deathly ill, the doctors had said. Thomas didn't know yet- Alexander didn't want to tell him. He walked into the room to find his Alexander crying. "What's wrong?" He rushed to his husband's side, pushing the hair out of his face. "I-I'm going to die." Alexander whispered. "No, sweetheart, you aren't." Jefferson assured him. Alexander shook his head. "I-I..." He tried to say, closing his eyes, then opening them once again. "Baby?" Thomas asked. Alexander's vision flooded with tears. "They said... they said I have cancer." He was moved to the hospital a month later. Thomas stayed by his side- but it was no use. Alexander's funeral took place in the church where he married Thomas. It was a week after his death, and Thomas felt sick. He wanted to die- he wanted to join his beloved. But Thomas knew that Alexander wouldn't want that. He couldn't help it, though, when two years later- he still wasn't over his beautiful Alexander. On their anniversary of that year; Thomas Jefferson was no more.
Some say he died of a broken heart, since there was no evidence of suicide or murder and the hospital wouldn't release any details. Others say that he couldn't take it anymore, and simply had to join his husband- so his body did the work for him. He, on the other hand, simply said it was fate. His heart had stopped and Thomas died from a heart attack. He saw nothing as he felt himself slipping away from the world. But he saw the most beautiful thing to live awhile later. "Thomas? Thomas, darling, oh god." Alexander's worried face hovered above his newly-dead husband. "Plea-Please tell me you didn't do this to yourself." "I didn't, don't worry, my dear." Thomas smiled, pulling Alexander in his arms. "I love you." He whispered. "I love you too." Alexander sobbed.
They say that the afterlife doesn't exist. They say that soulmates don't exist. They say that- but Alexander Hamilton and Thomas Jefferson are proof that both soulmates and afterlife /have/ to exist. Even if they weren't soulmates, they still loved each other just enough so that they became soulmates. Perhaps they were meant to be with other people. Perhaps the two were meant to hate each other. Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps. Together, all of the 'perhaps' didn't exist.