The World Will Never Be The Same

chapter 13

Peggy's POV
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     The next two weeks were a blur of sadness and anger. We found a foster home in New York for the girls, got john cremated, then prepared to fly home. I can't remember much beyond that except for sleepless nights and long sobs.
     We were flying home today. I couldn't believe it had been almost two weeks but I was ready to return home. My sisters could comfort me when I got there.
     "Peg, are you alright." Thomas looked down at me as I was packing my suitcase. "You haven't eaten anything and I don't think you've gotten much sleep either."
     "I'm just great," I said sarcastically, trying to laugh through the tears, "my boyfriend and best friend just died, but I'm great."
     "I'm sorry," said Thomas, putting a protective hand on my shoulder, "I was just trying to help." It was hard to stay mad at him. After all, he came all the way out here just to comfort Alex, and Alex was my friend.
     "Its okay," I said, wiping the tears from my eyes, "let's catch the plane before it takes off." We grab our luggage and head out of our hotel room. Alex has been unusually quiet, but that could have been from his fear of planes.

Timeskip brought to you by writers block because reasons

Alex's POV
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     We were finally back in New York. As soon as we got back I rushed to Hercules' and Laf's dorm. They needed to know. I knocked on the door and tried to hold back my tears and plan out what to say.
     By the time herc opened the door, tears were streaming down my face. "Hey, Alex, glad to have you ba-" he didn't finished the sentence. I watched as his face turned from surprised happiness to concern when he noticed the tears. "What's wrong?"
     I had planned out a gentle way to tell them about john, but all I could manage to get out was, "he's gone." Herc embraced me as I began to sob, and I heard Laf walk into the room. They both led me to the couch and sat me down. I tried to bring myself together enough to tell them what john had said.
     "He, he said," I spoke through my sobs, "that he missed our adventures." I looked up at herc and saw a tear fall from his eye. Laf patted herc on the back, tears also flooding their eyes.
     "He was always the mom friend," herc laughed through the tears. Laf and I chuckled lightly at the remark, "always keeping us out of trouble."
     I stayed with them for a while, but I could tell they wanted to have some time alone. I didn't know where else to go, so I went to professor Washington. He had been close with John, so he deserved to know.
     "Hamilton," Washington exclaimed, looking up from his work for long enough to see my face, then going back to his work, "its great to see you're back!"
     "Professor," Washington looked up, hearing the sorrow in my voice, "John's dead."
     "Oh, Alex." Washington wrapped his arms around me fatherly. We stood there in silence for a while, then he spoke up.
     "His father?" Washington asked. I nodded, not looking up. "What about his siblings?"
     "In foster care for now," I said, wiping tears from my eyes.
     "Is there any way," Washington started, "that me and Martha could adopt them?"
     I hugged him as tightly as I could and nodded vigorously. I think that gave him his answer. I walked back to my dorm and passed out in my bed, exhausted from the long and emotional day.

Ok so this was short but I like it and now I'm done with death for a while. Enjoy!

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