Anime characters x male reader

Another Life.. Laurence x Reader

Little background you are apart of the Hamilsquad (Lafayette, Mulligan, Hamilton, Laurence, and you) and you were at the winter ball where you met the Schuyler sisters and your wife (W/N). This is angst so enjoy and grab some tissues.

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Laurence played the guitar and played Heather on a roof the day of you and your wife's wedding. Angelica saw this and sat with him singing the harmony. After, they hug and Laurence starts crying in Angelicas arms Angelica stroking Laurence's hair comforting him. 

"They're happy Laurence... you should be happy for them as well," Angelica whispered. W/N passed by and saw the two and asked what was wrong Angelica saying "he remembered something sad of his past" W/N joins the hug, not realizing she is part of the reason he is crying. W/N leaves to go back to the wedding and Laurence says "I want to hate her but she is to kind for me to give her any hate" Laurence gets up wiping his tears and helps Angelica up from the floor. After the wedding and the after party, Laurence heads out after bidding everyone goodbye, heading home for his journey south. 

While on his way to the south Laurence wrote songs about you on paper but kept messing up and balling them into paper balls when he arrived in the south he had the perfect piece and played it on the guitar against a tree. 

One of his soldiers heard this and wrote the lyrics down. Weeks passed and the British attacked down south. When the letter was sent to you they found Laurence with a final love note to you but it wrote on the front "for (F/I). (L/N) only." The letter started

"To my dearest, (M/n),

Though my life, being short, was filled with great meaning thanks to you. Our first encounter gave me hope. Your way of thinking was so unique, it made me realize what love is. Love is sitting at a campfire, toasting to the winning of our nation. Love is gazing upon you and being blinded by the glow you release. Love is being happy for your well being. Love is crying. Crying to the knowledge that I cannot have you. Whether it be in this life or the next, I hope to see you again. I raise a glass to us. I raise a glass to your prosperity. Wise men say: only fools quicken the way things are done. However, I cannot help but fall in love with you. With your eyes. With your smile. With the man you are. I only hope you treat Mrs. (W/N) (L/N) as you would treat me. Though my love for you is hidden and sacred and cannot yet be released.

I had the honor to be your friend, I raise a glass to meet in another life,

John Laurence"

Dried tear drops stained the parchment. Newly added tear drops added to the parchment as you wept over the letter.