The equally sad sequel to the first Rewind! By the way, this is in no ways chronologically organized. I'm going by ideas, and it's all going to be a defining moment and them reliving it. Such as: shooting Alexander Hamilton. Enjoy -C
When Eliza first rolls over in bed, she doesn't think much of it. Then, she realizes she hasn't bumped into any body. Her eyes open slightly to reveal an apparently empty space.
She should be content to just close her eyes and go back to sleep...But she's not. Eliza needs Alexander by her side. Whether it's a guarantee he's not cheating on her anymore or a guarantee he hasn't joined Philip, she doesn't know. She can hardly sleep alone though.
Gently, the Schuyler gets out of bed and lights a candle. She blinks away hazy memories of burning the letters as she makes her way to the one place Alexander loves more than their bedroom.
His office.
He's writing frantically. His hair is falling out of the ponytail, and his eyes are bloodshot with veins tracing towards the pupil. The quill bobbles in his hand. The world has become consumed of only him and his writing, and Eliza feels a little out of place.
Nevertheless, she will find her place. She wraps her arms around his shoulders. "Alexander, come back to sleep."
He didn't know she was there. That is abundantly obvious as he flinches. She notices him cover a sheet of paper. Who is he writing to? Who is so important in the early hours of morning?
She moves her head, and he blocks it. "I have an early meeting out of town."
"It's still dark outside," Eliza prompts. She gestures to the darkened window just in case her husband hasn't noticed. Some nights, he forgets to go to bed due to his writing. Then again, that isn't the case. He was there when she fell asleep, so he must have left.
Alexander shrugs just a little. "I know."
He turns to the paper, eyes gleaming a little. "I just need to write something down."
"Why do you write like you're running out of time?" Eliza asks, casting her gaze back in the direction of their bedroom. Alexander gently shushes her.
She closes her eyes, recalling all of the times they had this argument when they were both younger. It had been a common thread in their relationship. He works far too much for one married. "Come back to bed...That would be enough."
"I'll be back before you know I'm gone-"
"Come back to sleep," Eliza pleads. She reaches for his hands gently.
Alexander's lower lip quivers just so slightly. "This meeting's at dawn."
"Well...I'm going back to sleep." Eliza blinks at him, mentally pleading for him to stay just one last time.
He shakes his head. As Eliza goes to run back to her bedroom, curl up under the sheets, and pretend that the warmth that is Alexander isn't gone...She hears a slight cough from him. Maybe she's stupid to believe that it is about her.
"Hey."
Eliza's eyes meet Alexander's. He reaches back and presses his lips against her hand all the years ago, when he made her helpless. "Best of wives and best of women."
Later that day, Eliza holds Alexander's hand while he dies. Eliza doesn't know when the screaming turns to darkness...But suddenly, every event seems to be spiraling backwards...And everything in the world is colliding against each other until she has but one stunning image imprinted in her head.
