And I'm back, One Last Time(see what I did there? sorry). The Journey has officially come to end with this final update. I've done something I've never done before with this though. This covers the time span of two years through the perspectives of the three shown previously in the story. Alex(Jr.), Angelica, and Eliza. Their perspectives start with their name in bold like the text you see here. So... yeah... Enjoy.
Forgiving him was one thing, but this? No. No one could have guessed that this would happen. For one, one might think their age would ultimately end it, but also just being with another woman would end all desire, for the both of them. But alas, Philip Hamilton II was welcomed to the world on June 1, 1802. He looked exactly like his name sake. His parents were slightly saddened by this fact, but ultimately joyous that their oldest son could be remembered in this way.
Alex:
It took awhile for it all to seem normal again. I mean, we hadn't acted like a family in 5 years and the last time we did Philip was with us. We all had to adjust being a family without everyone in our family. To be honest, it wasn't easy. I don't think that something like that ever is, but if someone was still skeptical that my mother had forgiven my father I could just show them, my little brother. Philip Hamilton II. It still sounded weird to me. It's been two years since I first lost, Philip I and now here I am another one shoved into my arms. I don't know if I'm supposed to be happy about it or angry. I mean, it feels like they just up and replaced my older brother, but I'm surprisingly okay with it. I'm sixteen now. I'm not a kid anymore, but I'm no adult. I try not to hold grudges against people for too long, I think that I'm mature in doing that, but I don't know if I want another sibling. I'm so confused, I don't know what to feel, but most importantly am I going to hold a grudge against a baby?
Angelica:
He was a beautiful baby boy. He was a miracle. He's the smartest baby I had ever seen. By two, he was walking. Babbling without a care in the world. He and Will, the only ones not affected by the past seven years. They were so happy. Everyone was, granted, my brothers still wanted to kill Alexander for hurting her, but it all seemed to go away with Philip's birth. Everyone adored that boy. Alexander and Eliza adored that boy more than anything. Alex, though. He seemed indifferent at first, almost resentful, but he came around in the end. Soon enough Alex became Philip's favorite person, aside from their parents. They were almost the family with the white picket fence. They almost had everything. They almost were looked up to again, but then, then came along the likes of Aaron Burr.
Eliza:
I told him to come back, I wanted him to come back, I had just gotten him back. I know he's gone. He lied to me. He said he'd be back before I knew he was gone. Now, now all I had left of him was the two letters. My necklace, which I started wearing again the morning of Alex's birthday and… and, this. This thing I held in my hands whilst I was running towards Weehawken. I had told Alex to stay and watch his siblings. God, Philip was only two, what if, what if- No I can't think like that. But that's the only way I can think, I know how these things go. I'm not supposed to get the letter, it means he didn't get home in time to destroy it. It means that the worst might have happened. Emphasis on might have, hopefully. I'd gotten Angelica in my haste we were both on our way. Two women running in their night clothes, they could be considered crazy, that's what the looked, but neither of them cared. Not when Alexander's life was on the line. Then they stopped, time stopped, the world… stopped. Two gunshots. Two. They'd gone through with it. She should've expected that, though. She'd known Burr for a long time. She'd known Alexander longer, but she knew they both had so much pride. Neither of them would've backed down. She and Angelica arrived at the river only to see a boat making its way across. They glanced at each other, increasingly more panicked. Please God, please, let it be Burr.
It wasn't.
I'll be honest, I'm not crying. I've said it before, I have no soul. Very few things make me cry. Except for this one Dear Evan Hansen fic. Oh.. it was so sad. I loved it. I'm getting off topic. Sorry. Anyway. Thanks to all who have taken even the slightest glance at this story. It was my first and frankly, I'm pretty proud of it. I hope you all have enjoyed it as much as I have. I'm not sure if I'll do any more fics, but this one was fun whilst it lasted.
Thank you all again
Wezen
"A legacy is planting seeds in a garden you never get to see," Alexander Hamilton, Hamilton An American Musical
