[TW: SUICIDE]
Alexander knew he was worthless.
Writing was his only worth; maybe politics, too, but besides that, he had no use to the world.
He felt like a waste of space.
His time with Maria Reynolds had affected him deeply; Eliza and Angelica never seemed to forgive him after that.
Laurens was dead.
Lafayette was captured.
Who was left for him to live for?
Thomas, he reminded himself. Thomas.
But when everything in his life was too much, one man couldn't fix everything.
He eyed the blade on the counter. He quickly grabbed a quill and paper, scrawling up a note for Thomas, Angelica, and Eliza.
"Goodbye," he whispered, grabbing the blade.
With one swift move, the blade cut cleanly through his wrist.
He saw his veins for a brief second before blood began pooling like a waterfall.
Not late after, he fell the the ground, unconscious as the life slowly drained out of him.
Goodbye.
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"Thomas Jefferson?" somebody was knocking on his door.
With a sigh, Thomas answered the door. It was a man he'd never seen before.
"I'm here to inform you that Alexander Hamilton committed suicide yesterday," the man said stiffly. "He has left you a note."
Thomas felt like his entire world fell apart. He barely registered the rest of what the man said.
He numnly took the note and closed the door.
'You were the one thing I don't regret.'
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