Best Woman and Finest Lady

2. My Ally in Political War

"How to say to you?"

He sang as he wrote.

"What to say to you?" He shook his head, singing this line with a different melody.

He stopped.

He waited.

Waited for inspiration to guide his hand in writing.

He shut his eyes, sighing.

He was desperate for strength.

Where was the Lord when he needed Him?

Burr's mind ravaged with short, sincere prayers.

Each of them contained a drop of doubt, for he loved his life, and the idea of him killing his own friend he found disgusting.

Why of course God won't answer them! Doubts can ruin any prayer.

Was he kidding himself? Was Hamilton a friend at that point?

He could feel the cool wind rising in the room.

On his wrists came a warm feeling. A touch he knew too well.

He let his tears fall.

He went on to hum the song's melody in between sobs, the feeling of warm touch surrounding him.

He restored his field of vision, and he looked into the mirror facing right in front of him.

And with arms around him was his beloved wife.

He smiled, weeping still.

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"What do you want, Aaron?"

He looked at her.

How could he forget how beautiful she was?

Her eyes were eyes that beckoned him to speak.

They were eyes that beckoned him to show his true colors.

And to those eyes alone would he ever do such a wrong thing.

She carried a heavenly glow no scratch could ever tarnish.

And he felt so helpless.

"I want to know your story," He sang again a different song, inspired. "So make the story last,"

"Linger on for every part,"

At this, they sang together.

"A thousand and one nights with you is not enough to spend," Aaron jumped forward into the song, expressing how much he missed her.

"So let's make ours a story with no end," She sang back, the echo in her sweet voice calming him.

They laughed, gazing into each other's eyes briefly.

"You never cease to blow me away, Aaron," She laughed as she twirled around the room.

"My dearest," His cheeks reddened, his eyes still teary. "How flattering!"

He stood from the desk as her hand was on his cheek.

The warmth.

Aaron loved it.

I mean, what with the chill in his household?