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The only bad thing about a star is they burn up | Hamilton

Time: Now

Hamilton age: 24

Washington age: 46

Context: Alexander is a dying star (not literally💀) 

Hamilton's pov: 

Another lost cabinet meeting. Another law that I disagreed with would be past. And you know who would get blamed? Me. That's who. Why? Because I'm the Nation's guy. The one who could persuade anyone to do anything. I guess the Nation never met Thomas Jefferson. On the car ride home, I swear instead of actual music, I heard shitting noises. Maybe Burr was right, I am going insane. I just feel like everything is going terrible right now. The country is falling apart, Washington isn't doing his job, and nobody cares about me the way they used to. I used to be the man, the immigrant, but the fact that I was a genius cancelled that out. Oh, and that's another thing. Being an immigrant is a bad thing? Since when? I was always proud. Maybe too proud. 

When Eliza greeted me at home, it took everything in me to not ignore her and go upstairs. "Is everything alright, darling?" She asked, massaging my shoulders when I sat down. I'll admit it, that felt good. "Honestly? Not really." I confessed. "Why's that?" She asked, sitting down next to me. "Is anything going my way? Ever? The nation moved on to stupid Jefferson, and Washington is even forgetting about me. He's talking about stepping down and not running for president again! The nation is too young for this!" I accidentally raised my voice at the end. "Oh, I'm sure America hasn't forgotten about you. And our new president won't screw up the country too badly. You worry too much." She smiled at me. "Here, we're both tired. Why don't we get some takeout? Your pick?" I smiled for the first time all day and kissed her on the cheek. "Pizza?" She nodded and smiled. "Now go change out of your work clothes. I just got home too." I went to our room and put on green sweatpants and a matching hoodie, then hurried downstairs to give her my order. 

That night was fun. We watched movies together and relaxed together for the first time after Phillip was born. I got really lucky that tonight he was at a friend's house. 

The next day was even worse than the last, though. Jefferson was doing anything to get my attention so I'd react and get myself in trouble. But I didn't need him to get me in trouble, because Washington was already mad at me. "Hamilton! The Federalist Party is getting quite annoyed with you! You need to do something that supports your beliefs, or you could lose your job. You're not working hard enough, and you're letting Jefferson win! Stop giving up so easily after he makes his point! You need to think faster!" Something about that "giving up" part just struck a nerve with me. "Give up? You think I, of all people, give up to easily?! Are you kidding me? Me, giving up? You've said a lot of stupid things, sir, but that is way too far? You don't even know me! Hamiltons don't just give up!" I yelled. "Hamilton." Washington said when I had finished. "What." I mumbled, hearing my voice crack at the end. "Why don't you go calm down in your office, then come talk to me when you're ready. Alright?" I just nodded, knowing there's really no way of coming back from that. 

When I had finally calmed down, I made my way to his office and nervously knocked on the door. "Alexander? Come in." Washington said, and he didn't sound mad anymore. I walked in and sat across from him at his desk, waiting for him to start talking. "You're right. I know how you haven't given up since day one, and it was stupid of me to say that. I'm sorry." Now I felt bad. "No, I'm sorry for yelling. That was completely unprofessional." I looked down. "Is everything alright with you? You really haven't been doing so well recently." Washington observed. I knew I had to come clean about my recent feelings about life. "No, it not! Nobody cares about me anymore! I have no reason to make my Party happy anymore, because I'm not doing enough. I used to be a star! Now everybody's talking about Jefferson. And I'm not jealous, I just feel replaced." I admitted. "I understand. You know, Alexander, being a star is great, but the only bad thing about a star is they burn up. All of them. Every single star has a beginning and an end. And it sounds like you're burning up. But unlike other stars, you can slow it down. You can't stop it, but if you take some time for yourself, you'll slow the burning down." I hated that option. But the man gives great advice. 

"And if I don't slow down the burning?" I asked, just out of curiosity, even though I had some ideas. "Slowing down is a sign that you recognize it. If you don't slow down, you don't recognize, and the more stupid stunts you'll pull, such as cheating on your wife or something." He explained. "I would never cheat on Eliza!" I gasped. "You'd be surprised by what scandals people pull for a tiny bit of relevancy." He sighed. "Listen son, go home. Stay home, you'll be on paid leave for the rest of the week. Take time to worry about you." Washington instructed. I nodded, feeling extremely grateful to have him as a new boss. 

This is unedited and written on a road trip. Also I haven't written because I was at a TAYLOR SWIFT CONCERT. ERAS TOUR! I went as Red.