Take a break (Hamilton x burr)

the TALK.

ALEXANDER'S CRICK CRACK FIDDLY SMACK POV

I was on my way home from Jeffersons lost in thought. I can't belive Jefferson after hating me all these years would come and ask me to me friends as soon as my husband dies th ats just so rude who knew a person could be so irrational it's just so so..... like him come to think of it he actually hasn't changed much still just as irrational and weird and oh my lord did you see the way he feeds his bird ugh just thinking about him annoys me let's change the topic to.... actually I don't know what to change it to. Hmm lately I can't shake the feeling that something is off I constantly feel like something bad is about to happen or like this constant voice in my head isn't mine I just don't know what's real anymore I just don't feel like me anymore is this normal for people going through grief or is there something wrong ah dang why am I so paranoid all the time now days maybe it's just stress or exhaustion or something far worse whatever I'm glad I'm finally home

"Huh why's the front door open was someone in here" I questioned looking around the house "nah probably just the wind or something lemme check my desk for any additional work I need to do" I said making my way to my study to check for any work luckily today I wasn't as busy as usual but the I looked out the window and notice a paper carelessly hanging out of my mailbox. I exited the house, walked down the concrete patch from my door way, and down to the mailbox and took out what seemed to be a letter. I went back inside making sure that the door was closed behind me like I should have done before I left the house but that was a pretty random thought. What was I thinking about again? Oh that's right the letter. I sat at my desk and used a letter opener to open it. I could tell. That it had been to the post office before getting here giving the fact that it was stamped and addressed. I read the letter fully just to only now realize the it was signed:

Sincerely your best friend...
Christopher Vaughan

Are. You. Kidding me he literally went to the post office and mailed this to me when we live directly across the street god this man is crazy oh well its just a dinner invite I guess I'll go with him and dorthane who else would I hang out with.

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I arrived at the place 1 minute later because it was literally their backyard, where I was greeted by dorthane

"Why hello Alex it's so nice to see you, why don't you go sit and wait while we bring the food out"

"Okay then I'll be waiting over there" I replied with a smile about to make my way over to the sitting area when dorthane pulled me back and whispered

"Don't fret the foods a lot better this time because Christopher made it"

"That's nice to know thank you for telling me" I said heading over to the sitting table that was when I saw Christopher heading over with three dishes one in each hand and one on his head he'd then set on the table what seemed to be corned beef and cabbage, colcannon, and Irish soda bread it looked so delicious I could cry deep in thought about the food my mouth began to drool when suddenly Christopher interrupted my thoughts announcing that we needed to talk in his most extreme voice

"Alexander we need to TALK."

"About what"

"I don't quite know how to say this but have you considered seeing a doctor"

"No why"

"Well you've been a bit let's just say off lately"

"Have I"

"Yes very" dorthane added"

" please give me an example"

"Li-like this morning when you were talking to yourself"

"When this morning?"

"On the way outside of the house"

"Oh I was talking to Aaron"

"Um Alexander Aaron died at least a month ago I know this is hard on you it's hard on all of us but you have to accept that he's gone" said dorthane as a tear fell from her eyes

"You should really see a doctor" Christopher said

"I guess I should" I said scarfing down the food
"I should get going farewell" I said getting up from the table and leaving"