Letters - A Phillip Hamilton X Male Reader

71: A New Day.

Y/N had eventually readied himself for bed, preparing himself for the chains of slumber he would once again be bound to. Yet as he sat up on his makeshift bed—his thoughts swirled rather quickly. He held nothing in his hands this time. He.. wasn't doing anything. He wasn't holding any book. He was only pondering what he had seen, and what he had done.

His eyes stared down at his lap, and his lips had remained curled into a neutral frown. His bangs remained practically blinding his eyes as he sat silently, and his shoulders were slumped.

From above him then, a voice spoke.

"..what are you bein' so quiet for?"

Y/N paused, and spoke aloud in response to Phillip. "..no particular reason. Why do you ask?"

"Well.. normally you'd say some shitty things, or you'd be doin' some weird shit before bed."

"What does 'weird shit' entail?.."

"Uh.. I dunno. You readin' or writing, I guess?"

"Ah.. I see. So reading or writing is somehow among the many oddities in this world despite being a normal custom."

Phillip paused, and then only let out a mild groan. Y/N could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

"..whatever, man."

"..mm.."

Y/N paused, his mind still swirling like a river of endless thought. He could hear Phillip shuffling from behind him. After a few moments of stiff silence, Phillip spoke again.

"..you goin' to sleep?"

"..yes. At.. least I will be soon enough. I'm just pondering something."

Thunder rumbled.

"..mm.. pondering what?"

"Nothing you should be concerned about." Y/N let a sigh escape his mouth. "Rest now, will you? I don't exactly enjoy the idea of talking to you."

"Mmh.. well, I don't really enjoy talkin' to you either." Phillip said with a click of his tongue. From behind Y/N, he heard the sound of a breath blowing, and the area was quickly shrouded in darkness.

"Night, dude."

"..good-night, Phillip."

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Light seeped into Phillip's retina's as his eyes of shimmering blue slowly began to open, his lids forcing themself upward. He let out a mild groan, his lips curled into an exhausted frown. His muscles felt like they had been moving all night with how much they ached, and his curly dark brown hair was practically strung among his face. He could feel all the tendrils of his curly hair sprouting from the back of his head.

Instinctively, he let out a yawn, and began to turn. Though his eyes blinked repeatedly. He could hear the muffled sound of birds chirping from outside, and.. the noise of footsteps and slight shuffling from beside him. He opened his eyes. And.. surely enough, there was Y/N—standing up and facing the nearby closet.

For whatever reason, Y/N hadn't been wearing his sleep-wear. In.. fact, he seemed like he was getting ready. He had been forcing his jacket onto himself, and slightly dusted the fabric of it off. Phillip watched with squinted and puzzled eyes, before forcing himself to speak.

"..fuck you doin'?"

Y/N stopped, and slowly turned his head. "..apologies. I hadn't known you had woken up yet." He paused. "I'm only getting ready for my usual outing. Your mother said you could stay here for the day if you wished, so no need to worry about being forced to accompany me."

"..uh.. I see." Phillip spoke. He then widened his eyes slightly, and forced himself upward by prodding his elbows onto the bed. "Why—wh.. where you goin'?"

"..nowhere in particular. I'll only be taking a walk, and running a few errands for myself." Y/N spoke in reply. "I won't be away for long, so you won't have many precious hours to yourself."

"Mmh.. sounds like you just want an excuse to be away from me."

"..and if it is, so what? It's not like you'd like to be in my company anyway."

"..."

Phillip looked down at his arm, and let out a sigh. "..well, okay. I guess I'll see you in a little bit then."

"..see you later, Phillip. Do not cause any trouble while I'm gone."

"Sheesh.. you say that like you're my dad or something."

"Might as well be with how much I have to prevent you from doing."

With a silent turn, his boots thudded against the ground as he walked to the large wooden door, and Y/N gripped the doorknob—letting the door slowly creaked open as he began to walk outside.

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Mary Swanson hadn't exactly been feeling the best with yesterday's events, considering those two foul men had been scheming just to ruin her day. She herself hadn't known why. She only spoke her mind! And she only did as she pleased. She was a woman of confidence and of great brilliance. She did what she did to that worker because they weren't helping her properly. She did what she did to that man (who was apparently Y/N's little friend) because he had done her wrong!

She only did people wrong when they did her wrong. She got what she wanted. And she wouldn't accept people denying her of what she needed.

As she walked among the sidewalks, she could see people nearby occasionally staring at her or glancing in her direction. They must have heard of the events from yesterday. But for those matters, she cared not. Her shoulders raised, she walked with her head lifted, letting her blonde ponytail swing from side to side as she made her way through the city.

Her thoughts only came to one and only thing—a cup of tea. That was probably what she needed after yesterday. And around a more isolated corner of the city (which she was about to walk into) would be the nearest tea shop.

With her gloved hands clasped together, she walked toward a building, and spun around the corner. And as if the isolated corner held no human beings other than her, the area went silent as soon as she turned around it. There were buildings looming over the long sidewalks—casting a darkness over the street. She walked with her head lifted still, letting her eyes scan over the area.

There was a sign, an illustration on the wall. A few decorations inside of a nearby store, and—

She came to a stop. There was a man standing on the sidewalk. A familiar man with a cold, neutral gaze and his arms folded.

..Y/N.

She frowned. What could he possibly want? She arched a brow slowly, speaking, "..Burr."

"..Ms. Swanson."

"..why are you here? Did you come to shout at me for last night?"

"If you could call a mere conversation about that shouting, then yes.. I suppose."

"Hmm.. well, it's useless to talk about it with me. You should know by now I don't want to waste another moment around a vile man like yourself. So obsessed and eager to bring me down. You even waited here for me on the street.."

"..hmm.."

"I'll be going now.. if you're just going to stand here sulking, then do it as you please."

Mary began to walk with a huff, letting her gaze slowly drift away from Y/N. Though as she began to grow a few more distances away from him, he spoke up again.

"Vile. Is that all I am to you..?"

"..if you have ears, then yes. I can't think of a better word to describe you."

"Hmm.. well, I'm flattered. If anything, I'd say you're a little more vile than me. After all.." He paused, turning his head—his gaze hardening and seeming to almost darken. "..you stole money from your father, didn't you..?"

Mary stiffened, and felt her heart come to a stop.

"..wh—what..?"

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Sorry for the wait—I keep getting distracted lmao