I know this is a hard day. I wrote this on a spur of the moment and was a possible emotional wreck while doing so. I'm probably going to make you cry. Sorry, about that. This is my first Hamilton fanfiction.
To: Lin-Manuel Miranda, Leslie Odom, Jr., Phillipa Soo, and Ariana DeBose. Even though you'll probably never see this: Thanks. You've inspired so many of us. You are some of my biggest role models and I am so excited to see what comes in the future for all of you. Happy Trails. We love you.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hamilton; Lin-Manuel Miranda does.
Aaron Burr sat down at his desk. The letter was still there. The elegant handwriting of his enemy still sitting on the page. Signed, Your Obedient Servant, A. Ham.
Burr couldn't process what he'd done. He put a pistol through the torso of Alexander Hamilton.
The man hadn't done anything to him. He'd made some stupid mistakes, and said the wrong things at the wrong times.
Yet, here sat the man who had killed him.
Eliza was losing her everything.
Angelica held her as she watched her Alexander slip away. Her face was dripping with tears and she just kept gripping his hands tighter.
He had made her feel so helpless, she had wanted him to burn. But, after Philip, the forgiveness flooded into her.
She had to make his legacy last. She was drifting further away from the narrative.
"Alexander. Please!" Eliza cried, praying her husband would recover.
Angelica pulled her sister closer as Alexander breathed, "I forgive all that happened."
They were his last words.
Alexander was trying to ignore the pain he was feeling.
It had happened so quick, the second his pistol was pointed upwards, the bullet hit.
Now, he laid on a table, his wife beside him.
Eliza was clutching his hands, her nails digging into his knuckles, but it was nothing, compared to the pain he was feeling inside.
This is what Philip was feeling, he reminded himself. Why did you let him do that?
He tried to move, grimacing.
Eliza's tears were running down her face onto Alexander. Angelica was sitting next to her sister, trying to calm her down. Alexander knew it was just as hard for her.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled.
He had to forgive everything that had occurred in his entire existence.
He had to.
"Alexander. Please!" He felt Eliza being pulled away from him as he said the only sentence he could think of.
His eyes shuttered close, and his chest settled.
So, that was rough. Again, sorry. Anyway, please review and follow. You can follow me on Twitter at broadwaybookworm617 ( bwaybookworm617)!
