Ok, so this is my first fanfiction. It was just uploaded onto Musicgirl369's account. (My friend). Now I have made my own account and I will be uploading my stories onto here. If you like this story, please leave a heart, review or follow for more. It really makes my day! When Alexander's best friend John Laurens dies he becomes a mess. Nothing was ever easy and it seems that after the death, life has become almost unbearable as bad event after bad event takes place for Alexander. Life is cruel and isn't always easy. Luckily for Alexander, he has a loving wife, friends and our favourite, Washingdad, to help him out. (Washingdad is later on)

(I don't own Hamilton)


Prologue:

The hills were bleak and grey. The rain poured over the churned earth. It was cold and quiet. He held his hand over the wound that had blood gushing out. His body lay there in the rain. John looked up at the sky and whispered so quietly that only the fireflies would hear.

"I may not live to see our glory…" he croaked. Pausing to take a breath.

"But I will gladly join the fight and when our children tell our story…" he trailed off, into unconsciousness. He forced his eyes to stay open.

"They'll tell the story of tonight…" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

John closed his eyes, remembering Alexander. John smiled weakly, remembering the first time they met at the bar. He was so awkward sitting next to Aaron Burr. Alexander's sweet face and messy hair always made John smile. John opened his eyes, ever so slightly, and felt a hot tear roll down his cheek. He felt his torso, soaked in blood from the bullet wound. He looked up at the sky once more. Instead of being grey, it was slowly turning white.

"Raise a glass to freedom," he whispered before his breath was caught and lost forever.