So, I'm slightly settled in my new home. Today is Renée Elise Goldsberry's last show in Hamilton. I've written other one-shots for people I admire on the day of their last show in a Broadway musical (The Power and the Beauty for Sierra Boggess, Teach Me How to Say Goodbye for the four Hamilton cast members who left on July 9th), so I decided to write this little story.

To Renée Elise Goldsberry: I'll start this like I start every other happy trails fanfiction. Thank you. You probably won't see this, but really, thank you. You were the one that showed me that anything can happen. You truly are an inspiration to me and thousands of others. I just wanted to put that out there. You probably won't see this, but I feel the need to write it. Love you. #WERK!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hamilton; Lin-Manuel Miranda does.


Angelica was always there. At Eliza's side, at Alexander's.

But suddenly, she wasn't. She was an ocean away. And it was killing all of them.

When Angelica said that she was leaving for London, the Hamilton's were destroyed. Eliza wouldn't have Angelica's comfort and Alexander wouldn't have his equal.

When the first letter from London arrived, Eliza and Alexander sat in the parlor, Philip between them. They read it intently, embracing themselves in the words.

Alexander read it a second time in his study, sorting through the second meaning. Angelica was always like this, Alexander as well. They'd write letters to each other, with the hidden meanings inside of them, so when their spouse read them it had an entirely different meaning.

The hidden comma was Alexander's best move yet. My dearest, Angelica.

She responded with surprise and confusion, but the eldest Schuyler sister loved it.

When Angelica came to the city, seeing Alexander made her giddy. "Alexander."

He responded with "Hi."

The same hi that made her forget her name on that winter's night. The night she let go of Alexander and let Eliza have him.

The biggest mistake she made. When she returned to London, there was a pile of letters in a box under her bed. They were all from Alexander.

Now she sat next to Eliza, Alexander slipping away from both of them. Eliza was in a frenzy. Angelica was always by her side. She was drifting away from Hamilton, one of the greatest things in her life.


So, thank you for reading! If you read Teach Me How to Say Goodbye, the end is basically the fourth POV in that story. Reviews are greatly appreciated. You can follow me on Twitter at broadwaybookworm617 ( bwaybookworm617). Good bye for now!