Point of View : Alexander
Date written : November 19, 2016
Word count : 600
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"Alex..." I heard Angelica sigh at the door. I turned around to see my beautiful wife, in her nightgown.
"I'm so sorry, Angie. I have to submit this paper."
I smiled sweetly. She rested her hand on my shoulder.
"You are always busy. Sweetheart. Come on. You need some sleep."
She took my hand and pulled me upstairs. I got into my sleepwear, and climbed into bed. She dropped her nightgown to the floor, revealing only her undergarments. I suddenly wasn't tired at all.
"Alex. Not tonight. I'm just really hot."
"Yeah. You're making me thirsty." She turned around and chuckled.
"Nice joke."
"Sorry. I'm just desperate."
"Fine." She signed. "Just a little tiny bit of love. Nothing below the waist." She smiled, but her smile soon turned to a frown. She shook her head, before she climbed in next to me.
"Alright." I nodded, scooting closer to her.
I pressed my lips to hers, and expected her to kiss back. However, she only pushed me away.
"What is it dear?" I asked.
"I-I don't want to do this."
"Oh. Alright. Get some rest, Angie. I love you."
"As I to you."
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I woke up the next morning and Angelica was gone. Her place in our bed was forfeited and there were only pillows. Where is she?
I stood up, and put on my overcoat. It was freezing outside, there is no way she went out there. Her coat was still hanging up. Either way, I won't be satisfied until she is here in my arms and explains what is on her mind.
I stepped outside into the chilly December air, and walked down the stairs. The sidewalks were empty, and the snow was coming down harder.
"Angelica! Angie! Ang! Please! Where are you!" I called out like a mad man.
I wanted her safe. She could be dead. I am the worst husband.
"Angelica!"
I hear wailing in the streets as I reached a bridge.
"Angelica...." I asked softly. There was a gasp and the breathing stopped. "Angelica. Thank god I found you. You scared me, dear."
"I-I'm sorry Alex. I just received w-word that Peggy...."
"No. Angelica." I sighed.
"She's gone. I didn't say goodbye. The last time I talked to her, we were fighting. W-why does this have to happen to my sister. I'm such a terrible sister. And a terrible wife. And a terrible aunt. And–"
I pressed my finger to her lips and held her face up in my hands.
"Stop it right now, Angelica Schuyler Hamilton. You are an amazing sister and an amazing wife." I paused, pressing my lips to her nose. "I'm lucky to have you as my wife. Peggy is proud of you. She is looking down on you right now thinking, 'Wow. My sister is amazing.' She isn't upset, Angie. She understands."
"No. I should have been by her side. Maybe then she wouldn't have been shot. She wouldn't have died. I would have died. She would still be alive." She jumped up and stepped back from me. "It's my fault. I should have been there."
"Angelica Hamilton. Get your ass over here in front of me now." I snapped my fingers.
She looked at me, with tears in her eyes. She was hurt by my comment.
"Angie. I-I'm sorry–" she ran at me full speed and wrapped her arms around me.
"Alex." She was breathing heavily.
"Angie. Let's get you home." She complied and let go. We walked back home, hand in hand.
