Coming to America

Leaving Britain

This story is based on the original cast from Hamilton, the Broadway musical made by Lin manuel Miranda.
I do not own any of these characters except for Abigail.
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I turned, not being able to look at King George III's look of pure sadness and madness.
I closed my eyes.
Did I really want to leave George and my country?
I felt a hand on my waist and I felt a slight pushing sensation.
Slowly, I turned to see King George's hand on my waist, I traced up his arm to his face, the face I couldn't look at.
If anything stopped me from going, it would be the look he was giving me.
His face was written with desperate, desperatness.
I read the look, he doesn't even have to use words to say what he wanted to me.
He wouldn't be able to go on without me, he needs me.
I took his hands into mine and looked him straight in the eyes, his beautiful eyes.
Maybe I didn't have to go- wait no, I have been working so hard for this. I need to go to America.
"P-please" was all he could get out.
  I hugged him, I have never lied to him but hey, there's a first for everything, right?
"I won't leave you. I don't know what I was thinking, I'm sorry" I said into his ear as he held me tight but not too tight.
It was a good 2 minutes before we had let go. I looked at the big grandfather clock and saw it was only 2 in the afternoon.
"C-can we go to on a walk in the city and the garden" I asked him.
  "Of course anything for you, darling" he smiled.
   His face was still a little red and puffy from the crying he has done, from the event that had just took place.
  We linked arms and started out towards the city square.
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As we walked into the palace, the grandfather clocked chimed midnight.
   George and I had been walking all day and just enjoying each other.
I walked up to the room him and I share and took my nightclothes from my closet and walked into the bathroom as he did the same and walked into his bathroom.
Tonight, after he is asleep, after his breathing rises and falls at a rythem, I will quietly leave.
I walked out and got into bed, as George did the same.
He pulled me close, closer that night than ever before.
This is going to be hard.
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I hope you liked the first chapter!!