I have a lot of ideas but like
1) I have 0 sense of commitment
2) I have literally no way of putting what i want in words in a full fletched story
So this is basically random little story/one shot ideas that I have... Feel free to use them with cre...
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So here we go! Trigger warnings? Death I Guess
( third person? )
My Dearest, Laurens,
It is in my greatest interest that I have before attempted to convince you that I loved you. And though you should not have stolen into my affections with your charm and beliefs, my heart aches for the loss of such a true Friend — and one of a very small number. It is by obvious reasons that I must express regret that I did not write you earlier for perhaps your parting might have been avoided should you have received my letter.
I recall that you have previously attempted to cure my peculiar affections for yourself by wishing me be married off to my Mistress. And though I have done so, in holding truth to my words, my affections for you have not lessened and do I dare say might have strengthened after my marriage.
Should you choose to return my deepest and truest heart's desires, you may find regret in the knowledge that you no longer can. And despite my every wish to go on my ways of life, nothing is the same without you my dear.
Though I am a man of many words, I struggle to express the anguish that you have brought upon myself. And so like a torn lover, I must take action to relief myself of this grief that my heart drips with and as I have mentioned before, rather than by words, I shall use action to convince you that I love you.
It is in my greatest wishes that I shall soon see you in a better world.
Yrs for ever, A. Hamilton
Pen dropping from hand, Alexander found himself clutching the letter as he stepped onto a stool and carefully placed his neck against the cloth, Chin resting above it.
And when Mrs Hamilton came to call him for a pleasant dinner, a cry was all that could be heard for miles.
- He commited suicide guys. I'm sorry. Don't hate me.
Ps read the comments I annotated because I thrash.
