Why did I?
I do not own Hamilton the musical, Lin-Manuel is the owner.
Her body started to shake like a horrific earthquake. The pamphlet fell from her hands and silently hit the hard, wooden floor. Eliza's eyes were puffy and swollen from the sudden onslaught of angry but also despairing tears, her face being lit up by the single candle illuminating the large bedroom. Suddenly, Eliza's fist hit the floor hard, and as she kept repeating the action, the door behind her creaked open.
Philip had heard her non continuous sobs from down the hallway in his own bedroom. His heart shattered into a million pieces, the awful feeling of sadness and anxiety and just everything swirling around at the bottom of his stomach. With a deep breathe, Philip tip toed over to his mother's room and opened the door the slightest bit.
She was kneeling over the pamphlet, candle light being the only thing helping him notice her there.
Her fist bloodied because of punching the floor.
Philip's heart shattered once again (if it was even possible anymore) and without a second thought, he ran over to Eliza's side.
She jumped the tiniest bit when her son's warm arms enveloped around her and she couldn't help but try to force a smile. Philip squeezed Eliza tighter and, with one hand, picked up the repulsive pamphlet and held it to the almost burned out candle. Instantly, the papers caught on fire and both mother and child stared at it as if this would make what had become a living Hell disappear.
"Why did I have to fall for him?"
Philip didn't reply and only looked solemnly at his mother's tear stained face. She squeezed her eyes shut.
"I'll never forgive him, that bastard."
They both knew that wasn't true...