1. He was too selfish.
The moment he went back to the city, he immediately flew towards the nearest bar. He got a drink.
He was losing himself in the alcohol, he was in too deep that he didn't notice the hot tears rolling down his cheeks. His mind was blurry, but Alexander's eyes were clearer than never.
His eyes. They were scared. Alexander had been scared, and that didn't stop Aaron from aiming his pistol at Hamilton's chest. He had been too late. "WAIT!" He fired first, he didn't stop to see that Alexander was aiming at the sky.
Alexander Hamilton was always aiming at the sky.
But now, he sits alone in a bar, drowning in his guilt and misery. He hears wailing in the streets, but he keeps drinking, and he doesn't stop until someone whispers in his ear. "They know. You better hide."
The words pass through his head, but he knew that he had to do something first.
He walked outside the bar, tripping as the alcohol consumed his control. His movements were slurred, but he kept walking. Walking uptown, walking, walking. Then he arrived.
He knocked on the Hamilton's door.
He waited. He waited.
But he was a coward.
He fled.
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Aaron Burr, Sir
FanfictionAaron Burr knew that the moment he fired the gun, his life would be never be the same. As the bullet flew towards Alexander, his friend, his enemy, he simply knew that nothing would ever be the same. Indeed, he was right. There are ten things you ne...
