Best Of Wives and Best of Women

Who Tells Your Story

I was busy cleaning the house when a loud banging sensation hit the front door. I rushed their, hoping it wasn't anything to do with the unpaid bills. When I opened the door, Angelica came darting to my side and grabbed my arm with much force it hurt. I pulled my hand back at the sudden change in my beloved sisters new actions. She finally looked up and I stopped and became worried.

Her eyes and face was red with intensive redness while her face showed the strength for many. I knew that something happened for her eyes held tears in them, falling as her eyes opened and closed. She ushered me to follow and tell me if I got in the carriage. I was relentless to go, but left with her to know what is going on.

She pulled me into the carriage and ushered him to go to the destination she told him. And he sped up, really fast to the point that I had to grip the edges of the seat. I turned toward her to know what is going on. She bit her lip and looked like she didn't want to say, yet faced me with tears in her tired eyes.

"I don't know how to explain the action that has taken place, my sister." She said with one breath before sipping her face and replacing it with a strong and determined face.

"Alexander has...... been shot from a duel. With... Aaron Burr." Everything stopped. The world, my life, my breath. I didn't want to believe her, but she couldn't be faking this action. I looked back at the morning and knew now. That's why he left early, with a weak explanation, in a hurry, and with his black shawl. I banged on the carriage side window and yelled at the diver to go faster, tears in my weary eyes.

Even as he was going full speed, it wasn't fast enough for my restless temptation. When we finally reached the little tent on the shore of the river edges of Weehawkin, I couldn't restrain myself anymore. I practically trampled my own self, trying to get out of the little carriage. As soon as I officially got out of the carriage, I ran all the way to the tent, not hiding my skits for I didn't care. All I wanted to do was get to Alexander, to hope and pray that he is alive.

I pushed opened the tent curtains, my hair falling onto my face, and looked all around the tent with my eyes falling everywhere. I stopped at the sight that my eyes laid on. Alexander, in the same position that Phillip lied in, hunched over on a table with a red washed cloth on this left rib cage.

I ran over to him with my eyes filled with tears and sorrow. I grabbed both of his hands and squeezed them with love. Alexander faced me and gave me a weak smile while trying to sit up, but falling back down with pain in his face. I shushed him and ushered to make him stay down and not get up. He laughed at my caring kindness and told me he will miss that.

"No. No. Alexander, I will not lose you too. I will make sure you don't leave either." I gripped his hand more as he nodded his head in disagreement with my words.

"My love, it's time for me to go. I knew this would happen, I just didn't know when. But, now I'm ready Eliza, and I will cherish the sweet thought that I can see you again, soon." He began and repeatedly said over and over, me telling him that this wasn't the end of him, not yet. He wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me down to his side, whispering in my ear that he loves me.

I held on and cried while singing to him, causing both of us some sweetness in this terrible and traffic case. I stayed by him for the time he got sent across the river, to the time he toke his last breath. Me kissing his sweet lips, before seeing him soon. Angelica stayed by my side for the last breaths of Alexander's, keeping me strong and not fall apart. But, I did when I returned home and fell to weep on the wood boards.

My life was taken from the great sources of death. First my little sister Peggy, my beloved son Phillip, and lastly my loving husband Alexander. I cried and cried on the ground, never wanting to get up, yet my feet urged me too. I walked over to Alexander's desk and brushed my fingers against it. The clear, smooth paint of wood rubbing against my finger tips and nails.

I was about to walk away when I caught a glimpse of a letter, with my name on it. I bit my quivering lip before reaching for the letter and delicately opened the sealed paper of parchment. I rubbed my fingers across it before putting my eyes to the paper to read the ink words.

(This is the real letter, all rights reserved to use for this story.)

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To Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton,

This letter, my very dear Eliza, will not be delivered to you, unless I first shall have terminated my earthly career; to begin, as I humbly hope for redeeming grace and divine mercy, a happy immortality.

If it had been possible for to have avoided the interview, my love for you and my precious children would have been alone a decisive and motive. But it was not possible, without sacrifices which would have rendered me unworthy of your estate. I need not tell you of the pangs I feel, from the idea of quitting you and exposing you to anguish which I know you would fell. Nor, could I dwell on this topic less it should unman me.

The consolation of Religion, my beloved, can alone support you; and these you have a right to enjoy. Fly to the blossom of you God and be conforted. With my last idea; I shall cherish the sweet hope of meeting you in a better world. Adieu, best of wives and best of women; embrace all my darling children.

Yours Truly,

A. Ham
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I already lost my loves, and I knew that I couldn't let Alexander down. I knew that he would want me to stop weeping and help. I knew that I needed to tell his story, and let the world know. So, that is exactly what I did, told his beloved story and many others.

(Thank you all for the success throughout the story, Best Of Wives And Best Of Women. I love you all and hope that I pleased you all with my book. I would live and cherish the hope of you reading another one of my story's. Adieu, best of followers and best of readers.)