Author's Note: I changed a few things. Henri doesn't go back to France, and I think you'll pick up on the rest of the changes. I haven't seen the last one in a very long time, so I don't quite recall everything. Review please :)
"James, she's going fast," a tall, african man peeked his head through James Hiller's bedroom door.
"How long, Moses?" the blonde teen asked, trying to hide tears.
"It's time to say good bye."
James couldn't believe his ears. The war had been over only a few months, and as soon as it was official that the war was over, he had professed his love towards a red haired British girl. He had asked to court her, and she accepted. It seemed James' life was a dream from that point on. Each day their love got stronger, and their arguments became less and less frequent. He had bought a beautiful gold ring for Sarah Phillips when she had suddenly fallen ill. Typhoid had struck, and it didn't seem that she was going to make it.
James left his bedroom and headed towards Sarah's room she had been staying in since the Boston Tea Party. He remembered fondly their first meeting. Oh, how they hated each other!
"Sarah?" he asked as the door creaked open. The girl tossed and turned in response to the noise. Never had James seen her this pale. Sweat was on her brow; her breathing slow. He dragged the chair by the desk where she wrote letters to her mother and placed it beside her bedside.
"Sarah, you have to make it."
No response was heard, she turned and laid her hand on the bed. James gently wrapped his hand around hers.
"Your mother should be here soon, Sarah. You'll be alright, I know it," he said it more for himself than the ill girl.
Outside the door, Henri was listening.
"Poor James, zis is awful," the french lad said with tears in his eyes. He remembered the time when James was going to be kidnapped for the British navy and Sarah and he had to act as an engaged couple.
"When 'eez the big day?" he had said jokingly. He came back to reality when Moses approached him and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Let's give James some time alone, Henri. Mr. Franklin should be back with Mrs. Phillips."
He turned slowly away. There would be no big day for Sarah Phillips.
James heard the voices of Henri and Moses and was glad they had gone away. He just needed to be alone with her. Sarah had stopped tossing and laid still. Her breathing became slower and slower.
"I wish we had more time together, it's not fair," James said, knowing it would happen soon. Sarah turned closer to him. James was immune to the disease, he had gotten it when he was little. He drew closer to her.
She inhaled and moved her lips, "Love."
Tears fell when the girl stopped breathing, Sarah was gone from him. He left the room and found Moses.
"She's gone, Moses," he said, pulling a ring out of his coat pocket.
"Oh, James!" Henri exclaimed, running to hug him. James received it welcomingly.
Benjamin Franklin and Sarah's mother walked through the door. She rushed upstairs.
"Mrs. Phillips, Sarah... Sarah's gone," James had difficulty saying it. Sarah looked extraordinarily like her mother. Her green eyes filled with tears and poured out. She slowly sat down on the stairs and began to sob.
"I was going to give this to her, Mrs. Phillips. Have it," James said, handing her the ring.
"I couldn't James, you keep it," the mother said.
James Hiller put the ring on his right ring finger. It would never come off there, even when years past and he had found another. Sarah Phillips would always be in his heart.