Letters - A Phillip Hamilton X Male Reader

Chapter 25: The Flame of Matter.

Oh, the pangs of relief Y/N had felt once he had stepped inside the house of The Hamilton Family had washed over him like a wave crashing down onto the ocean waters. He hadn't expected to feel relieved once he had walked inside a place he had sworn to hate, but alas, the day was getting to him and he could feel the exhaustion hanging onto him.

Phillip Hamilton, though brilliant in his mind and strong in his body, had weakly walked behind him; looking equally as exhausted as the man whom he had been forced to spend his time with. He had sighed, a breath of exhaustion, a breath of a weak man. Oh—how Y/N weakened him so!

"Phillip, your home!" A feminine voice would cry from the other side of the room, making Phillip Hamilton blink his own eyes in surprise. It was his sister, Angelica, 17 years old—yet so energetic and full of life! So close with her older brother even after all the years that had passed.

"Hey, Angie!" He'd smile, holding her in his arms when she had leaped into them. Y/N would watch, devoid of any emotion, and would only leave his arms crossed as he watched the two siblings smile and greet eachother happily. He and Theodosia were like that as well, only he greeted her more calmly.

"So.. how'd your day together go?" Angelica asked with an eager grin, putting her hands behind her back and swaying back and forth in an excited manner. She truly was child-like, even in mannerisms.

"Oh, it went.." Phillip would pause, and then furrow his eyebrows at the man whom he hated oh so much, "..fine." He would say with a grit of his teeth, holding a false smile for the sake of the plan and for the sake of his own sister. "Thats good!" Angelica would beam.

"Its good that you two are finally getting along!" Angelica would cheer with a sway of her hips and a euphoric gesture of her hand. "I honestly didn't think you two would get along so quick."

"I may have misjudged your brother, and a misjudgement plagues me so. I should not have made such a critical error in my ways, and I deeply apologize for my cruel behavior." Y/N gave a bow of his head, and held his hands together.

"Oh, that's okay! Phillip, you should apologize too." Angelica would pout at her older brother. "What?" He would question the words of his sister with such a look of disbelief in his eyes! Oh, how amusing it was to see such a pained expression in his light blue eyes. How they roared with waves of emotion.

"Cmon, for me?" Angelica would smile, her tone soft and sweet as she looked up at him. Phillip would then give a sigh, and forced a smile as he averted his gaze from the man he hated oh so much; "I—I'm sorry too."

Y/N gave no other thought, and only forced a gentle smile as he stared into the eyes of his enemy. Oh, Phillips face in that second—for a split second, he gave a look of complete hatred—but then the next he forced himself to grin, though he did it rather awkwardly.

"Good, good, that's a start! Maybe you two can make up for eachothers behavior." Angelica tried to say, but the two men would only stare at eachother, quivering with an aura of spite and complete negativity. Phillips eyes would long with a roaring wave of emotion, and Y/Ns eyes would long with a piercing waterfall.

Alas, these waters could never combine, and they'd only clash so harshly; creating a disaster.

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The night poured with a black color, resembling that of the color of ink. The ink was enough to resemble the writing of Y/Ns quill, and as he would write his words so delicately, he could feel himself beginning to succumb to exhaustion. But he could not; for he was writing a letter to his father, and longed to hear from him again.

Y/N would give out a sigh, and he could feel the familiar presence of.. you know who I'm going to say, right? Yes, of course—it was Phillip Hamilton, leaning against the frame of the door. "Why do you intend on staring at me so?" Y/N would ask, not turning away from his paper.

Phillip would flinch at the sudden voice, and he only sighed as he began to walk in, swaying his hips each time he moved his legs. He would then bounce upon the cushion of his bed, and leaned against his bed as he turned his head slightly.

"I don't know, why—why do you seem so insistent on everything have a purpose?"

"Why do you seem intent on making the same argument over and over?" Y/N would ask, barely ceasing the brush of his pen against the delicate paper.

Phillip would then sigh, and turned his head to stare back at his lap. The thought of  no longer waking up to see Y/N on the floor of his bedroom taunted him so, and he could feel himself no longer being able to bear the presence of his dear enemy. He truly did wonder why he did such things, but would then remember his family, and would bite back whatever he wanted to do.

"Why don't you just duel me?"

"Pardon?"

"Why—why won't you just duel me? Then we can get this over with." Phillip would whine, "Hell—I'm your enemy, so why bother even holdin' back? Unless you fuckin' secretly like me or somethin', I don't see the issue."

Y/N would briefly pause for a few moments, before giving a silent breath as he turned around in his chair; "Hamilton, you have a life, and you have a purpose, as much as I'd like to not say that. You have a family, you have parents who love you dearly. And you have dreams. Would it really be fair if I took all that away?"

"You think your gonna kill me? You think your that strong?" Phillip would question, turning his head and glaring—glaring so harshly into the eyes of the enemy whom he despised so! Y/N had never seen a man so hateful, so spiteful, especially for him.

"No, I do not. Because in the end, you are Phillip Hamilton. A man with dreams and hopes for his own future. Because in the end, your existence does matter. Because in the end, mine does not.. when it comes to you. Because in the end, I am not going to kill you." Y/N would answer, furrowing his brows as he would continue to say that.

"Would me killing you be fair? Would you killing me be fair? We are enemies, rivals—not soldiers on opposite sides trained to kill eachother in combat."

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"Why do you long to duel me so, anyway?"

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"I don't have time for this, I'm goin' to bed." Phillip would then slowly brush his legs onto the bed, and lay upon the cushion, tucking the covers over his own face. Y/N did not give any answer, and only watched as his enemy layed down.

He would then stare at the flame of the candle that had burnt longingly; the flame he had lit danced as if it were a ballet dancers, Y/N would only sigh, his lips trembling as he averted his gaze. He did wonder, did this flame matter? Did he matter? If it were so easily blown away with a simple wind, was it really any worth?

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He then blew the candle out.

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Trying a new writing style, sorry if it sounds different.