Cry, a hamilton fanfic

Soli Deo gloria

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Hamilton the Musical. And, of course, this is based on the renditions of the historical characters in the musical.

This is in Eliza's POV over different times in her life/relationship with her husband. :)

Cry

I cry by myself in our bed

As he goes off to war

He's at Washington's side

Instead of mine

No one left in his stead at my side

I cry by myself in our bed

Cry

I cry

. . .

He goes off to win freedom

For our nation

For our family

For our son

I will be brave

I will not let anyone see

The tears on my face

I own bravery

Because my husband

Kisses my hand and walks away

To stare death in the face like an old memory

. . .

So I will cry

But silently

Let no one else see

That Iiiii do

Cry

~ — ~

Alexander can't help but cry

When I tell him of our future family

In eight months

Won't just be

Him and me

. . .

It's happy tears

In so many years of war

We need them

He needs them

I need them

We need a happy cry

Cry

~ — ~

When the war is over

And politics take over

He needs a break

But he won't take

One

He won't listen to me and Angelica

I say, resigned, "That's fine"

And go upstate

To see my father

With my sister and sons and daughter

. . .

And when we return home

Things are fine until the letters are published

And our family is laughed about in public

He has ruined our lives

I want to cry

But I will not

. . .

I will not cry

I want to, but no

The world won't know how I reacted

Those letters and his actions cannot be redacted

I will silence my lips and keep my eyes dry

No one in this city and no one in history will ever see

Eliza

Cry

~ — ~

My son died

Phillip is gone

A bullet shot came and knocked him away

In a duel, so cruel

Now time stretches on and on

And it's quiet uptown

. . .

It's quiet in our house

It's quiet in our bed, alone

I walk to the window

And look in the dark

And see Alexander walking in the garden, in the park, alone

And I know

I shouldn't leave him on his own

Watching him burn

Is sad, and it's cold, and it's lonely

And it's

Pitiless

. . .

Watching him, I have pity

And cry with him

Alone

Because we are going through the unimaginable

And the only thing we can do

When we have to live when our son has died

Is come back together

We will come back together

To cry

Cry

~ — ~

Why do you always have to win?

Why do you wait for nothing,

Alexander?

Why do you write like you're running out of time?

Why can't you just come back to bed and be mine?

~ — ~

Look around, look around, at how lucky you are to be alive right now

The shot from Burr should've immediately killed you

But the Lord in His kindness gave you enough time

To come home one last time

To be by my side one last time

To whisper "Eliza" one last time

. . .

And now who

Will remember you?

Who will tell your story?

Who will let the world know about your legacy

In history?

. . .

I will

I will cry for you

I will react for you

I will cry for you and then I will wipe my eyes

Sum up my pride,

The pride I always had in my husband,

. . .

And I will tell the world

Tell our new history

Let them know

How lucky we were to be alive with you

To have lived with you

To have died with you

To have cried with you

I will cry

Cry

Your name

So the world will know you, and remember you,

Alexander

. . .

I will cry,

"Alexander,

You didn't have to prove yourself

You were always enough."

;(