There was a time I did not believe the absurd stories of the reincarnates. People who claim to have lived past lives of people who had made impact on history whether good or bad. But now as I lie on my death bed, waiting for Death to claim me once more and return to the ground where I came from, I wish to reincarnate in a new age.

Alexander looked up and gazed at Eliza and Angelica who were speaking in hushed voices, eyes flickering at him once in awhile. While once upon a time when he was just eleven years old he would have told them to get out, stay away from him so that they wouldn't see the pain he was in but he realised that he was truly going to die and in all honesty, he was scared. Sensing his wife's distress, Alexander set his quill down and held her hand. Eliza, being one of the bravest woman he'd ever known in the face of death smiled at him and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. For a moment, it seemed like he was going to be okay and that he was just running a fever.

It is not an entirely plausible act. In all honesty, I think I have not managed to leave my mark on the world. I already know that once I am gone, my enemies will tear me apart even when I am beyond this world. But the worse I have come to think of is that they will let my works wither and die, collect dust on a shelf and will merely be memories of a man who once lived.

Is it so wrong to want to continue the legacy I have made for myself? This symphony that grows, reaching the crescendo and leaps-only to stop in the middle of it's melody. I cannot leave it. No, good sir, I cannot leave it. It would be a shame to leave a masterpiece hanging and let the people down.

Alexander stops and dips his quill in the inkwell and looks at the stack of letters he prepared for all those he knew. There was one for Peggy, one for the youngest Schuyler sister, Catherine, two for Aaron Burr (the first contained insults and arguments and detached messages to him and the second contained only this: Aaron Burr, you were my first friend and now my enemy. In the wake of my death, I realise that I should have listened to you once; talk less, smile more. I now realise that I shouldn't have spoken with you and instead given you a smile.) three for Thomas Jefferson, a letter to Angelica and many more to people he loved, hated and to some he hadn't seen in years with wishes to see them once more. Of course, it wasn't surprising that the longest letter he made was for his dearest, Betsey. He realizes that if John was alive, he would've made one for him to, perhaps even challenging the length of Eliza's letter.

And for my own personal reasons, I wish to be reincarnated again to see those I love. I know it is impossible for the Schuyler sisters to be born again with the problem that they are women and our society looks down at them as nothing but human beings who cannot hold a pen or speak our language as eloquently as men can. It's not true. Angelica is one of the most quick-witted people I know and Eliza has a way with words that I cannot even describe. And if Eliza crosses and become a reincarnate, I would happily stay by her side and never leave her again.

Alexander bent over at the feeling of pain at his chest and tries not to show the tears in his eyes at the two ladies present in the room. He's only so lucky his hair covered his face and his eyes that held tears.

And John Laurens. He deserves to be born again into this world, he deserves a chance to speak once more with the same ideas and optimism. His ideas against slavery truly opened my eyes and I couldn't understand why he left us so early. If he were here, he would've already abolished slavery and maybe even more.

I want to be with the ones I love, as selfish I may seem. I did not spend as much time with them as I now wish I had and it is only now I realise that when I am on the brink of death. I pray that God hears my prayers and grants them as one last gift to me. A gift that I will not throw away.

There's blood again when he coughed and Angelica immediately calls the doctor, choking down a sob. Eliza wiped his mouth and gave him a glass of water. There are tears in her eyes and Alexander can't do anything but brush the stray pieces of hair that fell on her face.

"My love, take your time," Alexander whispered, taking her hands in his. "I'll be waiting on the other side."

For once in his life, Alexander relaxed, finally feeling at peace.