Revolution (Hamilton)

Marriage and martyrs

I am working with Washington on some strategies for the next battle when we hear someone knocking on the tent pole. "mail call" a black haired-blue eyed young man timidly states. He passes a big stack of letters to Washington and gives me one letter too. "thank you" I smile to the boy. He salutes "as you were" I respond gesturing towards the exit. I open the letter, wondering who wrote me. All the guts are here in camp with me, so who the fuck could it be from.

To General

Deborah Sampson,

Eliza Schuyler and Alexander Hamilton, would like to cordially invite you to their wedding in two days. We have been blessed with this kind of love during these difficult times and we would like to celebrate it with all of our loved ones. We would love it if you could attend.

Sincerely,

E. Schuyler & A. Hamilton

Ugh, seriously. Alexander doesn't even have the balls to ask me in person. He had been avoiding me as best he can since the whole kiss thing. I have basically been taking care of John each night, while he cries over Alexander. Some nights I have been crying with him, but I know I am not really allowed to be sad, considering I am the one who rejected him. But it still hurts, knowing Alexander will be spending the rest of his live with another woman, never again touching my lips. "Are you all right, Sampson" Washington asks, awakening me from my thoughts. "Yeah, just a little surprised" I mumble, not really there with my thoughts. "Alexander huh" Washington asks, putting his hand on my shoulder. I look at him with all the denial I can conjure up "No" I defend myself, the blue- eyed man looking at me with concern. " Yes, you don't get letters ever and I got a wedding invitation too. Don't lie to me General" he argues back, his donkey teeth, almost falling out. "Fine,

sorry sir" I sigh, fixing my hat. "Why isn't your name written below that invitation" he asks, letting my shoulder go and sitting behind his brown oak dress. " Because I am not attracted to women" I joke, trying to lighten the mood. Washington stares at me, unamused, with his feet on the desk. "Because of complications sir" I tell him, sitting down in the chair in front of him. "You and Hamilton are both hopeless, you know" he sighs, gesturing for me to leave the tent. I salute him and then walk out of the tent, towards my own. Great, only Alexander is in the tent, I roll my eyes and step inside the tent.

"Hi Deborah. Do you want to grab some food" Alexander asks, putting the paper he was writing on away. "Shouldn't you be making wedding preparations" I bluntly state, sitting down on my bed and getting out paper to write a letter to Jimmy. "I see you received our letter" he overconfidently says to me, a smug look on his face for some reason. "Yes I did. You couldn't even tell me to my face" I angrily ask, aggressively getting my quill set out of the box. "Would that have made any difference" he chuckles, fixing his ponytail. " I think you would have least owed me, or at the very least John, a face to face invitation" I argue, dipping my pen in the ink. "Why" he asks, already knowing the answer and just trying to get a rise out of me. "Because we are.... We are... " I try to answer, stumbling for the answer, without hurting myself with the words. "Exactly. What are we, you rejected me and John and I can never be together, because it is legally forbidden" he snaps back, ripping the paper away from me.

"GIVE THAT BACK" I roar, trying to get the paper back from me. He dances around, avoiding my attempts to rip the letter out of my hand. "My dearest, Jimmy" he reads out loud, making my heart wrench when he says his name, I stop trying to grab the letter, instead thinking about Jimmy. The last time I heard his name was from Ann and she is dead now too. "It seems I am not the only one who has moved on" he teases me, looking in my eyes with a playful look. I feel tears well up, as I try to avoid eye contact. "You can be a real asshole some times. You know that Alexander" I choke out, walking out of the tent. I run towards the woods, holding a face in front of my mouth to try and keep away the sobs that keep escaping. I bump into Lafayette who is walking back with John and Herc from the food tent. I almost fall down, trying to keep my balance by releasing the hand in front of my mouth and putting it on the ground, making the sobs sounds loud and inevitable.