Hamilton Oneshots

vent shot // Charles Lee

more venting because i cant handle this shit and it hurts my fucking head and i just hate it

Charles threw his phone to the other side of his bed. He couldn't handle it. It hurt more than anything could. He couldn't believe people had such low decency to do that.

What was it, you may ask...

Well, Charles couldn't handle seeing a certain character. It felt like he was pouring salt into wounds that never healed. All because his ex loved said character. The ex that said loved him then turned around during their break up and admitted to liking someone else the whole time and used him as a distraction from their feelings. Like he was their little toy the entire time. The reason he had trust issues.

But, something inside Charles had always wanted to keep around that ex. Something he couldn't let go like he had before. Maybe it was some sort of emotional attachment from knowing them for so long. From them being one of the people that was there for Charles at one of his lows. However, that person was also the reason Charles lost Samuel the first time. That person told him that he'd be better off if he cut Samuel off. That's what brought Charles to that low. The lack of Samuel in his life. Yet, he blamed himself for it. It was his fault, he agreed to do it, he wrote the paragraph explaining what he "thought", although it wasn't very true. He needed Samuel, it was a thing he learned quickly. He was dependent on Samuel to be around as much as Samuel was dependent on him being around. Samuel was all he needed in this life to be happy. Not that ex like he thought before.

Charles' mind went to all the "joking" death threats that his ex gave him. "I'd have our maid kill you, then me so we could haunt the house together forever" was one that really scared him. Of course, he covered it up by trying to go along with it. That night he was scared and wished Samuel was around for him.

Charles' phone lit up as he moved across his bed to check it. What was the worst that could happen now? It was Samuel, reminding him how important they are to each other. The perfect best friends, though, not so perfect couple as they had learned twice before. Charles laughed at the memories. They really thought they were soulmates.

Samuel made him happy. Something to look forward to in the day, the chance to hug Samuel even once. Every other hug after that is a bonus reason to be around. And he didn't care. Everything from Samuel was a reason. Samuel existing was enough. That's all Charles needed for Samuel to be perfect to him.

that ... ended happy , wow
thank fucking god for my samuel , idk what id do without them around ....