This one doesn't classify as any one character. It goes off Burn and Burn's lyrics, but I'm sure you can figure that out. It alternates between Eliza, John, and Maria as the narrator. Have fun reading -C
Eliza loved getting letters in the mail, texts dinging on her phone, and emails blowing up her inbox. She just loved the feeling of being noticed by the world.
Alexander always gave that to her.
Eliza loved him with her core...Her everything. Alexander was never unsure or blunt with her. From the moment they met at the ball, they'd been happy. Together. The two of them were just meant to be.
Eliza never wanted Alexander to believe she didn't love him back. She couldn't write as well. She was almost embarrassed writing the letters to him. However, she would always troop through that.
She would write back with poems and songs she had learned. She would write parts of songs into a beautiful masterpiece of a collage.
Alexander sent her so many things, reciting the things he loved about her effortlessly. They would make Eliza blush, and she'd start tearing up.
Gently, Alexander would kiss away the tears. "Don't cry, Betsey. Don't cry over the truth."
That would definitely make Eliza start crying harder until she was laughing at her own babyishness. Alexander would hug her hard. Then, the two of them would just stand there. They would just enjoy each other's company.
Eliza had a bundle in her closet, in a golden box. Alexander had seen it and laughed. However, locked away, was the many letters sent to her. Eliza had printed them off.
She never wanted to forget the beautiful feeling of practically having a song within her heart. Eliza would sometimes even pull out the letters to reread them.
Elizabeth Schuyler had never loved someone more than she loved Alexander Hamm. She hadn't even known it impossible to love someone that much.
John never liked reading. He was a man of action. He liked moving and running and constantly being on the move...But when Alex sent letters, he would stop. For him, he would always tell himself.
There was never any regret with Alex. John didn't write and draft love letters back. He would be more subtle in return. John would draw pictures and pin them to his boyfriend's side of the room. Then, there would a war of paper. Poems and drawings getting tossed back and forth. Both of them attempting to get the other one to blush first.
The two of them had always found that hilarious.
It was in the quieter moments, the moments when Alex disappeared off to do God knows what. He would read the letters. John would always blush and smile when Alex wasn't there. He had never known.
John could never bring himself to discard any of the letters. He would find himself quoting Alex back to Alex, and that would always embarrass him to no end. Alex would just squeal or giggle, and then he go to poke John in the gut. That would get them into a battle of tickling the other one, seeing which one could get the other to giggle.
Underneath his pillow rested all of the letters though. John wished he could have dreams as sweet as Alex was to him. Alex was his sweetheart, the one he held oh so dear to himself. There's nothing John wouldn't do for Alex. That's why he would preserve the letters the best he could, waiting for his Alex to return to him.
John Laurens wasn't one with words, but merely actions. With his actions, he would throw away any shot if his beloved Alex Milton asked him too...That's just how John worked.
