Hey! Back again with another chapter!

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~Alex

"'Liza, he's not coming back, it's just you, me, and Peggy" Angelica said for what felt like the millionth time.

"He has to Angie!" she retaliated and kept walking to the site. It was always quiet up there. 'He never liked the quiet,' Eliza thought.

"Come back inside, I'll make you some hot cocoa, and we can listen to the musical again, okay?" Angelica said, trying to get her sister to calm down.

"I can't." she said.

"Why not?"

"It hurts. It hurts knowing that that's what happened and that's how it will stay and how I will never see him again and how- and how," she sniffled, "Philip, and the Pamphlet, and- and- he has to come back eventually!"

"I know, believe me," she thought back to the song 'Satisfied,' "I know."

"Well, I'm going," said Eliza regaining her composure," I'll see you later."

"Wait!" she shouted, but Eliza was already out the dorm. "Peggy!" Angelica shouted.

"What?" Peggy's muffled scream came from her room.

"We're going out to get Eliza in a half-hour."

"Again?"

"Yes, again."

Eliza walked the very familiar path to the cemetery. It wasn't as painful as the first time she had walked it in this life. She didn't even make it their that time. Then, there were times, particularly in early July, that she couldn't bring herself to go to that part of the city at all, and instead went to Washington D.C. to see how much, it too, had changed.

Visiting his grave helped Eliza remember that it wasn't just her imagination and that it really did happen. She missed him, god, what she would give to just have some closure that he was okay. A minute. A second. A word. Anything from him just to know that he made it the other side okay.

The orange glow of the street lights helped illuminate her way to the ever so familiar church yard. She would remember going there right after he died and praying that he was okay, asking to see him again. Asking how Philip was. Asking how Paggy was or his mother, or her parents, and eventually Angelica. Util she eventually died, 50 years later. But instead of being reunited with him and the rest of her family as she so had hoped, she was thrown right back down to live a life she never asked for. A second chance she never wanted,

She made it to his grave and knelt down in front of it.

"Hey," she said, shakily. She sniffled, tears forming in her eyes,"How are you? I miss you, and Philip, and Angie, and Alex Jr, and James, and John, and William, and little Eliza, and Philip II. How are they? How is your mother? How are my parents?" Tears began to slowly roll down her cheeks.

"I really miss you. Not a day goes by where I don't wish you were here or I wish I was there. I-I hope that you and Burr are friends, and Jefferson, and Madison. How are they? How are the Washington's? I r-really just miss you all, and at times like these, I am so grateful that I still have my sisters."

She was full on sobbing at this point. "Why is life so cruel? To taunt me with death only to thrown back onto this earth where i believed my time to be over and my work done."

"I," she sniffled, "I miss you Alexander. I miss your eyes and the way they sparkled when ever you talked about what you were passionate about. I miss the way you talked, your writing, even after the affair. I miss sitting next to you and just listening to you talk. I miss the way you held Philip and all of our kids. I miss us. I miss our family. I-" she heard a sound from the other side of the park.

"I'm telling you, it's just us and Aaron."

"But why should life be so cruel as to taunt me with death only to be thrown back onto the Earth?"

She moved back from the grave. The voices were getting closer to her.

"You know, I think looking at it will only make it worse."

"Whose? MIne? Her's? Both?"

'Mine? That can't be right.' Eliza thought.

Then she heard her sister from behind her, "Eliza! Oh my God! There you are we've been looking for you for like 20 minutes."

"But-"

"Now, I know you're sad, but come on. We've got class tomorrow," and with that Angelica grabbed her arm and walked her to the car that Peggy was in.

They drove back to their dorm in silence, one question still in Eliza's head: Who was that?