Hamilton- Why do you Write Like your Running out of Time?

Sleepless

Eliza had been up all night by the noises of Alexander writing, he wasn't an exactly silent writer. 

Eliza sighed, getting his coat around her cold body. She walked to Alexanders 'Office Space.'

"Alexander.." She whispered in the cold night, not wanting to wake up Phillip. 

Alexander didn't say anything back, but he continued writing, his eyes focusing on his quill. 

"Alexander, come back to bed.." She whispered once again, and also shaking from the cold 

room. "Eliza, you can sleep without me, I have an important paper to write." Said Alexander, 

trying to sound as nice as he can. "Why do you write like your running out of time?" Asked Eliza, looking down.

"Shh..." He said, trying to avoid any questions to keep his focus.

Eliza sighed. "Goodnight Alexander." She said, walking back to her room. 

Alexander whispered "Goodnight." as Eliza left the room.

Alexander walked down the busy street, his guilt swallowed him, knowing that he has been cheating on Eliza for Mrs.Reynolds. He didn't want to let both ladies down.

Who would he love? Would it be Eliza? Maria? He never felt so guilty, he knew he must keep it a secret from Eliza- she would be torn, and Angelica would never forgive him for breaking her sisters heart. He sighed, if anyone found out, his career would be done, his relationship would be gone in a second. 

He shuddered, then brushed it off; He normally took long walks like this.

He finally arrived back at his home, and opened the door. Eliza had been making some food for him. "Alexander, you forgot some lunch." She smiled, with a sweet look on her face. Alexander sighed, and smiled. "Thank you, Eliza." He moved forward and gave a kiss on her forehead.

He ate his lunch, and carried on with his day.

At midnight, he wrote, and wrote, as if everyday was almost the end of him. Alexander never could waste anytime writing, unless he took a small break such as walking.

Eliza woke up normally in midnight, bothered by Alexanders obsession of writing.

"Alexander.." She said. 

"I will be in bed in a few minutes, go back to bed, please Eliza.."

"Alexander, I cannot sleep- its as if I'm sleepless."