Caution: This fanfiction is not historically accurate. At all.
If Only
~Prologue~
THEODOSIA BURR
It was dawn. A slight cold wind woke me up. My eyes met the bluish haunting eyes of his ghost. He has been haunting me ever since he had died. Or maybe, 'haunting' is the wrong word. He's been by my side. Philip Hamilton. My lover who died in a duel. His gentle eyes this night was different. It was washed away in worried. My sleepiness disappeared.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, but you need to wake up." He said, a hint of fear in his voice. He pointed to my coat.
"What is it dear Philip?" I asked back as I stood up and went to grab my coat.
He kept quiet.
"Philip? Answer me." I shot again. Philip is like his father, a man of words. So for him to suddenly not answer me, scares me. I went straight eye to eye with him. But he gave me no answer.
"PHILIP ANSWER ME!" I shouted back, nervousness catching on.
"Weehawken, New Jersey. Near the place I died. Please…" He said.
I took no hesitation and ran. My breath was ragged and Philip was behind me. I ran with how fast my feet can send me. From the distance I saw my father and Alexander Hamilton standing with a pistol in their hands. I was about to shout to stop my father, but I was too late. I saw Philip's father fall to the ground. My father rushed to him, but was ushered away. My knees fall to the ground. The cold wind hands of Philip on my shoulder trying to comfort me but my tears fell to the ground.
"If only." My voice husky and cold with the cold morning.
"If only I was able to convince you…" I stared at My Philip. He was about to open his mouth to protest but I interrupted him. "If only I was able to stop him…"
His hands went to my eyes to try to wipe away my tears, but the tears fall through his ghostly hand. I saw my father's eyes horrified when he saw me on the ground, crying.
"God. If you're listening. Please… just once… this once… Turn back time!"
I saw light, and everything turned from white to deep pitch black.