He walked through the cemetery, looking for one particular grave. One particular person, that he knew he had to speak with. One last time.
Finding the marker, Aaron Burr knelt down, his legs creaking under his old age, the wear and tear of his life having marked him as surely as he had marked his quarry.
"Hello, Alexander." Burr smiled slightly as he knelt next to the grave of his one-time friend and foe, Alexander Hamilton.
The wind rustled as Burr knelt there, looking at the marker and reminiscing about the past.
"How I wish I had thrown away my shot. I bragged once that I was the man that killed you, but to tell you the truth, I've regretted it for years." Burr informed Hamilton. "I could have left it alone, you could have apologised, we were both young fools, and the world was wide enough for us both. We could have done so much working together, rather than as foes."
"We were never enemies, Burr." A voice whispered from behind Burr, as Burr continued to lament to the grave, Alexander Hamilton's ghost stood behind him, smiling down at the older man. "I forgave you that fateful day, and I know others will one day as well."
Burr continued to look upon the grave, unaware of the visitation of the ghostly apparition behind him. "Forgive me, Alexander. I only wish I could change the past."
Alexander smiled behind him, unseen to Burr. He knew Burr would not be long for the world himself, and he could apologise to him properly in the next world.
Really poor fluff piece, just a "I forgive you" for Burr, even if he didn't hear it. Hope you liked it.