Wait For It

Life Doesn't Discriminate

🎶Life doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes, and we keep living anyway, we laugh and we cry and we break and we make our mistakes🎶

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We Laugh

The garden smells like spring, and the grass is dewy, but the morning sun is beginning to soak into every corner. It's still a bit chilly, but Theodosia is wrapped in his arms, keeping them both warm. Her dark hair is illuminated by sunlight, eyes seeming to glow. He wonders if he's ever seen someone so beautiful or so loving and kind. Theodosia, who kept him wondering if she was just a dream, the best dream he'd ever had, because there was no way someone so precious was real.

Theodosia shifts to look at Aaron, lips splitting into a grin as she stands on her tiptoes mutter a joke in his ear. Aaron cracks a smile, chuckling as Theodosia buries her head in his shoulder, shaking with laughter.

Aaron tilts his head back, sunlight lighting his face as he smiles and he doesn't know a time when he was more happy.

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We Cry

Years later, Aaron paces nervously. He walks to the window and his knuckles turn white as he grips at the ledge, rain hitting the glass harshly. The door across the room seems haunting, and when the handle turns, he squeezes his eyes shut. A woman walks towards him, and begins to speak.

She leads him inside the room, to where Theodosia lays on a bed, eyes trained on the bundle in her arms, beaming. She looks up at Aaron and gestures for him to come closer. Aaron's footsteps are shaky as he approaches his wife, but the nerves disappear the moment he sees his daughter.

She is truly a marvel, eyes big and bright, tiny fists waving in the air. The baby girl looks like her mother, just as beautiful and perfect in Aaron's eyes. He looks from his daughter to his wife, and the older woman hands her daughter up and Aaron holds Theodosia the second for the first time.

Aaron Burr was not one to cry. He was an orphan, a soldier. He was strong. And yet, as his daughter blinks at him, eyes already promising intelligence, he feels tears glide down his cheeks. Theodosia looks up at her husband, and pulls him to her in a hug, silent promises passed between them, sealed by Aaron's tears.

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We Break

Theodosia's hands are cold. Her eyes no longer glimmer, her lips are lifeless. Her body is frail and empty

as it lays on the bed, just a shell of what once was. Aaron clutches onto her freezing fingers, head bowed as he whispers a soft melody of sorrows.

Aaron thought he knew what it was hurt. In truth, he had never felt pain like this, a clawed monster that rips him apart from inside, his sobs scratching his throat and gasping as he struggles to breathe through the tears. He stands, consumed by the need to be anywhere but here, and throws himself into the hallway as the monster climbs into his throat.

Aaron Burr was a man of calculated movements, a man of clam, collected decisions. He throws caution to the wind as he hurls a flowerpot through the window, Theodosia's doctors attempt to console him, but nothing changes the fact that his love is gone.

Theodosia, who smelled of vanilla and who's voice was laced with sunshine. Theodosia, who's lips tasted of tea, who loved her family more than anything. Theodosia, who was the only one who had ever seen Aaron for what he truly was, who never told him he was to careful. She understood the power of patience, the weight of sacrifice. Theodosia, who Aaron would never again hold in his arms, who would never again walk through the gardens with her daughter, who would never again sing. Illness took that all from her.

Aaron looks to the door, and he sees his daughter. She is crying, still to young to truly understand, but she cries because the nurses have told her mommy will never wake up, she cries because she has never seen father so upset. Aaron remembers the younger Theodosia and scoops the child into his arms. Together, they quietly fall apart.

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We Make Our Mistakes

Aaron Burr has grown older. He has waited a long time. He has waited through the deaths of his parents, his wife, and his only daughter. He has waited through the elections of George Washington and John Adams. He has waited and watched Alexander Hamilton as he grew more powerful, waited and watched as the young man wielded his pen like a sword, waited and watched as he made the mistakes that brought an end to his career. Aaron Burr had waited, and that had been his downfall. Alexander Hamilton had made sure of that. But now it was that bastard's turn, and Aaron was tired of waiting and watching Hamilton screw up his pursuits. The fate he deserved was going to finally catch up with the first Secretary Treasury.

Dawn rises over the horizon as the two rivals face each other. The two men reach for their guns, and aim. Aaron Burr is right on target when he fires, but the moment the bullet leaves his pistol, he realizes something is wrong.

Alexander Hamilton clearly and calmly raises his gun to the sky, hand staying up as Aaron's bullet strikes him between the ribs. He falls, and Aaron's jaw drops in horror in realization of what he has just done. Time seems to slow as he rushes forward, but he is ushered away.

It's too early to drink, but Aaron Burr doesn't care as he orders one. The bartender looks at him with a bit if curiosity, but hands the alcohol over anyway. Aaron is in a daze, and he doesn't know when someone sits next to him, and with a bit of a sneer warns him to hide, the Schuyler sisters were with Hamilton when he died.

Aaron sighs, puts his head down, and drowns in remorse. The man who always waited's biggest mistake was acting too rashly. Now Alexander Hamilton, a man he once called his friend, layed dead, and it was his fault.