He used to be her everything. She lived for his letters, waited what seemed like forever for his visits. Bet he had betrayed her. He had gone behind her back and lay in bed with another woman. She couldn't look at him anymore. She didn't want to eat. Philip and Angie had tried to coax her to eat, but he had came home and she fled back to her room. When Angelica came, things had gotten better, but still. He ruined it. She couldn't even say his name without hurting inside. She burned his letters. She burned the only proof she has that she had ever loved him. And it stayed that way. Her Hamilton, noit quite hers anymore.
This is my first fanfic, so please don't kill me for it being short it bad! My next update will probably bed over the weekend. BYE!