Corset in Congress (A Hamilton Genderbend)

Ever Yours, Alexandra

So I snuck in another chapter. Whoops. I hope you like it! Idea suggested by @EchoInsanity . As a side note, my Parent Trap AU is up, published under the name The Parent Revolution, so go check that out when you get a chance.

Elijah's POV

She's gone. How can she be gone? Just this morning I was asking her to come to bed, but she made up some silly excuse about --

No. 

This is what she was writing? This letter that I hold in my shaking hand, is what she was writing before she left? Before she ruined everything? Again?

Because we finally fixed it! We'd moved on! I thought she'd learned that she didn't have to be the best, or the strongest, or the most correct, she just had to be mine! Was that not enough for her?

I guess that was the problem. She always loved me, there was never doubt about that. I just don't think she loved herself enough to realize how important she was to me, so that when she scheduled that duel, she didn't know how much her absence could hurt.

My very dear Elijah, this letter will not be delivered to you unless I shall first have terminated my earthly career to begin a happy immortality. 

Oh, God, I can't do this. I can't. Instead I put the letter down. It sits on my desk, the one in my room. It used to be our desk, and our room.

Seven days later

I finally gather enough courage to continue reading. People have been by all week, giving their condolences and their "I'm so sorry for your loss," speeches. Someone even dropped off a basket anonymously, leading me to think it was Aaron. That poor man. I hate him, but I understand how much harder this whole ordeal is for him.

I'd need not tell you of the pangs I feel from the idea of quitting you and exposing you to the anguish which I know you would feel. Nor could I dwell on the topic lest it should unmask me. Fly to the bosom of your God and be comforted. 

Tears stream down my face, making me glad the children are out of town with family. It wouldn't be good for them to see me like this.

But, oh! To know that Alexandra cared, that she knew! To have that reassurance of her love for me after all we've been through, it's more than I can possibly describe.

With my last idea; I shall cherish the sweet hope of meeting you in a better world. Adieu best of men and best of husbands. 

A variation of his last words to me, and mine to me. Why is she the perfect wife only after she's gone? 

Ever yours, Alexandra.

And I yours, my love. 'Til we meet again.