I let a butterfly land on my finger. We sat in the garden together. We spent hours in the garden every day. There was always an understanding that there was almost no need to talk, so the silence would be deafening. We didn't need to talk. Eliza and I already knew what we would be thinking of: Philip.
I turned my head to look at my wife. She was smiling and looking at me, too. She let out a small chuckle and let a single tear fall down her face.
"It is quiet uptown." She put my hand in her's.
I looked up to the sky. I saw Philip smiling. Eliza leaned on me. I know she could see him, too.
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It's Quiet Uptown
FanfictionThe unimaginable pain of losing a child. The Hamiltons move uptown and somehow learn to live with it. Note: This story is in Alexander Hamilton's POV.
