A new kind of stupid ( one shots )

Love you as a friend

My one shots aren't in order and this is a continuation of another one so you have to find it first and I'm sorry

Draft 3

Yes I do like to torture myself with one sided lams. Anyways "enjoy" :)

Ps this is a continuation of draft 2

( third person )

A crippling crash resonated from inside his dearest Alexander's tent and, as though by instinct, his feet leapt off the ground, pounding against the ground as John whipped open the tent's entrance.

The lantern lay on the floor, shattered. The glass shards splattered around the ash of a dead flame. Outside, the moon shone brightly, lighting up the dark night sky. Inside, the dead flame left an eerie darkness to the small tent as John scanned around for his dear Friend.

"Alexander?" He called out, hearing a hushed whimpering from under the desk. He circled around it and ducked his head under. There sat a quivering small man with his knees tucked up to his chest and his head in his hands.

"Alexander! Alexander, are you alright?" John cried out as he realised the frail man sitting in the corner of his desk and rushed to wrap arms around his thin frame.

The smaller man twitched at the sudden contact, contemplating throwing the arms off him before ducking his head back down and carrying on with his soft crying.

"I'm sorry John, I really am" he muttered softly through his tears. I'm undeserving of your love. You probably hate me. Why do I ruin everything? Why do I always hurt everyone? You're going to leave me too aren't you? Everyone leaves. Every Time. Why? Why? Why?

"Alexander?" John asked cautiously, snapping him back to reality. John looked at Alexander with concern as the tear streaked man rocked back and forth repeatedly mumbling "why?"

"Alexander, are you alright?"

There was no answer, just a violent shoving of head into his chest and the sound of sobbing coming from the frail man. A slight twinge of pain tugged at John's heart as he looked at his love.

This is wrong. A voice echoed in his brain, begging him to stop helping Alexander. He's already made his choice, he chose her, not you. Give up, John!

Give up. Give up. Give up.

Tears started to form in his eyes as the voices grew louder, his heart aching at truth. Alexander had chosen Elizabeth Schuyler — not him. He was just an awkward best friend. He flinched at the word, causing Alexander to look up.

"I'm sorry... You probably want leave... I'm sorry... I'm such a burden... I'm sorry... Just leave... I'll be fine... I'm sorry..." He continued to apologise at an incredulous rate, the sobs having quietened and tear ducts dried.

God, how John wanted to shut him up with a kiss. To tell him that he wasn't a burden and that he would always be loved no matter what.

But he had to end this.

So there was no kiss. No comforting. Just lying to the love of his life.

"Thank god I can finally leave!" He shrieked as his heart cracked slightly. He contemplated staying, holding Alexander and telling him the truth but his brain willed him to stand up.

And as John Laurens walked out of the tent for the final time, a tear rolled down his cheek as he told himself, he's better off without me.

A week later, John Laurens was whisked away to South Carolina, and shortly after, his life ended prematurely. In this world he left a lie that plunged Alexander into a worrying state as Alexander worked day and night to rid himself of thoughts of how John Laurens had never really loved him.

Oh, if only the two could tell one another. Maybe in another world, their lives would intertwine once more and this time, just maybe, they would be allowed to love.
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The timeline is a little messed up from how history actually went but I don't really care. :) anyway hope you aren't too sad from this and if you are, I'm sorry but I like torture. :) okay Bai.

Also I ended up not going with the Friend thing and I'm sorry but angst is the best and this Har the most angst I could put in so yeah. Okay Bai.