Letters - A Phillip Hamilton X Male Reader

77: You Have To Let Me Go.

Y/N gave out a sigh, letting his head rest against the pillow that was beneath him while his eyes blankly stared up at the shadows of the ceiling. Phillip had changed into his night-wear, and as of now, he had been laying on the bed beside him. Though.. he heard the sound of pages turning.

Glancing curiously in Phillip's direction, he looked to the bed. It was likely Phillip had grabbed the book or something while he wasn't paying attention, considering there were plenty on the desk in the corner.

Arching a brow, Y/N spoke up, "..why are you reading?"

"..'cuz I can." Phillip replied, looking over at Y/N.

"..mm.. I didn't know a man like yourself would find a book without pictures interesting."

"Dude, I graduated from Kings College. I ain't stupid."

"You not knowing cows made milk says otherwise."

"Are you still on that?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Y/N yawned, "If anything, I'd say it was the most absurd thing I've ever heard.."

"..oh, shut up."

Phillip clicked his tongue, looking back down at the pages. "Just go to sleep already, jack-ass.."

"..will do, your majesty."

Y/N turned over on his makeshift bed with a breath, clenching his hands as his gaze wondered into the darkness that shadowed the closet. His mind swirled with endless recollections. Recollections of college, recollections of Phillip, and.. how they first met. The more his mind wondered off into his memories, the more his thoughts seemed to oddly worsen.

As he thought, he thought of his father, his sister, his.. mother. Of how he hadn't really been able to trust anyone besides his family ever since her passing, and..

..he really didn't want to think about that.

"..good-night, Phillip." Y/N yawned.

"..night." Phillip said back.

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Y/N found himself standing in a field. Filled with grain, and long golden streaks of grass poking out from the ground. The more he opened his eyes, the more his eyes seemed to adjust to the pink surrounding the sky. He didn't know where he was. But the way the sun bounced off of the grass, lighting it up into a beautiful yellow shade. He felt.. puzzled. Where was he?

He felt cool, fresh air brush against his skin as he turned around. The sky sometimes deepened into a pinker shade, and sometimes became a deep purple, or a deep blue. Like the northern lights. It looked.. strange. But beautiful.

Feeling his hair lift and shake in the winds, he turned around again, trying to see further out into the area. He smelt the scent of grass. The scent of water, even though there was none around. The scent of wood, even though there was once again none around.

And then-he saw someone.

It was.. a woman. With long black threads of hair, shaking and floating in the winds that carried through the breeze. Her skin a chocolate brown, her eyes a beautiful pair of black embers. Her lips pressed together, formed into a neutral frown. She wore a green dress-her skirt flowing in the wind. She appeared tall, her face diamond-shaped. In fact, she.. looked familiar.

He couldn't stop staring, parting his lips as his eyes widened.

For a few seconds, he made eye contact with this woman. And the longer he stared into her eyes, the more it seemed to dawn on him who she was. But he could barely force himself to speak at all. In fact, he felt as if he couldn't move all of the sudden.