Something depressing to light up your day.
I was going to do it today. I was dueling him today….
I remember when we were young. Debating over British politics, getting drunk at the tavern, singing songs of freedom.
I never saw it coming to this, but I suppose no one ever does.
The day started like any other, the sky was bright and the morning crisp with the frost left over from the cold night shining on the grass.
There was no indication of a murder to occur in the next few hours, but life can be unpredictable, unreasonable. Impatient.
Just like him.
And yet….It wanted him gone. Taken from this Earth for his sins….Ignoring his attributes and what he has provided for society.
And I was the way to get the job done.
I woke up to birds chirping, happy in the early dawn. The breeze was cool, just right to provide a nice breeze.
I only felt cold. I was detached from the world.
I had arrived first. Doctor soon after. My second by my side.
Then he arrived.
He descended from his carriage, inherited from the Schuyler clan no doubt.
I remember when he was only a poor kid with big ambitions. The kid that never shut up, annoying me to my nerves end.
That spark in his eye was gone today. As was mine.
We stared each other down. He had brought his glasses. He was prepared to shoot me. I knew he would kill me today if I gave him the chance.
I won't, I can't.
I was overcome with the urge to wound him, the pistol was only inches away from my hand.
But no, not yet. I must do this the right way. I can't be sent to jail. I can't.
I have to wait a little longer….
As we began to walk, my mind was plagued with unveils thoughts as I cam closer to my possible demise.
One
He was never there for you. He only enjoys your suffering.
Two
He has blocked you at every turn! He took everything from you.
Three
Your chance at being Washington's right hand man...
Four
At being marrying a Schuyler, of being higher in status as rich and respected...
Five
At being President of the United States of America. The country we bled, starved, and died for.
Six
Think about your daughter.
Seven
She's already lost a mother. Would you orphan your only child?
Eight
Think about her future. She cannot make it alone.
Nine
"Theodosia…."
Ten
I turn and aim my pistol at Hamilton, ready to sacrifice his life for hers.
….He smiled at me softly before raising his pistol to the sky.
No…
"WAIT—"
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