Philip X Reader

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I hope that that picture will help for what you're about to read.

I'm so sorry for probably future tears but I just listened to the entire Hamilton soundtrack and I'm crying myself so........ YEAH.

Sorry it's so short, after a little while I couldn't think of something to add. Word Count: 390

Enjoy (probably won't).

Tears. Tears flowing down my face and onto you pale, lifeless body. Philip you promised me you would stay alive.

I was on the ground in tears, I had been crying so much I was now in physical pain, but that pain was no much for the pain I felt on the inside.

I know you were trying to protect you father's legacy, but now I don't think I can move on. I won't be able to rise up, I can't.

They escort your lifeless body away, but I'm still where I was. I probably looked like a mess, my clothes torn, eyes and cheeks bright red and puffy from crying.

I don't think I can make it without you. I can't, and I won't.

Your mother ran had collapsed onto the ground too, father trying to comfort her. I knew they were in much more pain than me.

But damn it I wasn't ready for you to leave.

While you were alive you taught me so many things. You taught me French, you taught me the piano, just like your mother had taught you.

When you were alive you lived life beautifully.

I would miss you. But soon we will see each other again, I promise you.

Few days later

I couldn't take it anymore. Your mother and father are so much stronger than me philip. I knew that what I was about to do wasn't right, but I need to see you again.

Pushing the chair out from under my feet I hung limp, my air ways soon diminishing. I hung pale and lifeless from a fisherman rope, later found by Alexander Hamilton himself. He frantically searched for someone to help me, but it was too late. I saw a blindingly bright light that had a deep urge to walk towards.

I saw you again. You were standing there, greeting me with open arms to the light. I hugged you tightly. I never felt happier to see you again. I was home.

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