"WAIT!"
~~~Tick-Tok, Tick-Tok, Tick-Tok~~~
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"One Last Thought."
Number One!
Before we got in the boat to cross the Hudson, I stopped to write a note. Actually, I wrote--
Two!
Just in case I didn't make it through. I want the world to know what I intended to do.
Number Three!
If I shoot first and throw it away he has to yield, we both get to live another day. I know this puts me in a difficult spot, but I've got to throw away my shot.
Number Four!
I get lucky, I draw first position—I stand facing East as I load my ammunition. The sun is in my eyes, I am almost giddy as I watch it slowly rise over my New York City.
Five!
I start to shake when I realize that we are in the same spot my son died, is that why?
Six!
I examine the gun that we shared? Philip never hurt a soul, he must've been so scared.
Seven!
My Y/N is still asleep. I left her a letter, I could've written it better.
Number Eight!
Your last chance to negotiate. Send in your seconds, see if they can set the record straight. While my second goes and talks, I put on my glasses so I can see of Burr is softening. I see him glaring back at me. He's always hated dueling—hated confrontation. I never had his instinct for self-preservation. I feel a sense of calm fill me. It's not in his political interest to kill me.
Nine!
My last thought is of Y/N. Maybe I can get back home before she opens her eyes. They put us through our paces, we count to ten. God, I can't wait to see her again.
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*POW*
I imagined death so much it feels more like a memory. Is this where it gets me? On my feet? Several feet ahead of me? I see it coming; do I run, or fire my gun, or let it be? There is no beat, no melody. Burr, my first friend, my enemy. Maybe the last face I ever see. If I throw away my shot, is this how you'll remember me? What if this bullet is my legacy?
Legacy. What is a legacy? It's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see. I wrote some notes in the beginning of a song someone will sing for me. America, you great unfinished symphony—you sent for me! You let me make a difference, a place where even orphan immigrants can leave their fingerprints and rise up! I'm running out of time, I'm running in, my times up! Wise up! Eyes up.......
I catch a glimpse of the other side. Laurens leads his soldiers' chorus on the other side, my son is on the other side, he's with my mother on the other side, Washington is watching from the other side! Teach me how to say goodbye! Rise up! Rise up! Rise up! Y/N!
My love, take your time. I'll see you on the other side.
I slowly raised my gun as time sped up again. Raise a glass to freedom.......
"He aims his pistol at the sky!"
"WAIT!"
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