This is a Jamilton Fic~jefferson and Hamilton~ It's a short story and not very well written, so sorry, but its moderately okay~~~ so please enjoy!
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.I was sprinting for dear life. My legs felt as though they were just blurs of movement to the human eye, and nothing more. My laughter echoed loudly as I looked back over my shoulder. Both of us were smiling ear to ear, laughing like children. I remember it clearly of course. Your large curly afro type hair pulled back, which you dont do very often, leaving strands of tight curls framing your face. Your laughter was bright and loud and you ran so fast trying to catch up with me. I made the mistake of looking back because, im sure you remember, I fell face first into the dirt when that pesky branch came up to grab my leg. I remember looking up with my scratched up face to see your smile drop as you yell to see if im okay. I could tell you were worried, the way your eyes looked when you thought I didnt see, I knew, but I knew it would never be the same.
I smiled up at you with my grass filled teeth as your curls flew in front of your face as you stopped.
'God dammit, Alexander, do you need me to teach your dumb ass how to run?' You said with a sigh as you smiled back at me.
'Thomas, do I need to teach you how to lay down here with me,' I shot back with my undeniable charm. I saw the way you had hid your face a bit before slowly dropping yourself on the ground next to me. We looked up at the stars for a while until a drunk Hercules and Marquis came barging in the scene. Marquis slurred, French accent echoed the air as he fell down next to me yelling, "Oh shit, what chu guys doing here?" Followed by Hercules dropping next to you yelling, "Ha Gaaayyy!" Before falling asleep on the grass. Marquis laughter hushed itself as he told us we can leave and he'll take care of it. We both left after that, you obviously annoyed, I didnt notice at the time, but I understand why now. I watched Marquis scooch closer as he looked up at the sky like we had been before, waiting for the hour Hercules would awaken. I grabbed your hand and pulled you away hoping not to run into anyone else. Again, I was oblivious to why you seemed hesitant on holding my hand, you didnt know I felt the same then, did you?
We got a hold of some drinks after that, maybe a few too many. I don't know if you remember what happened that night, you seem to be more of a lightweight than I, and you never spoke of it again. But Thomas, if you forget, know that I never did.
I remember walking to a darkened road, no one was there, do you recall? The way you looked down at me with a smile as you leaned in. It was quite the kiss, Jefferson. Although, can I call it that? Maybe, it was quite the night huh? I have a question for you, were you sore the next morning?
Yeah, I hadn't known at the time but I was pretty sure after that. Yet you never spoke of it, it was like it never happened. Would you have wanted it to happen again? God dammit, I know I did, I know I do.
We flirted a lot after that, at least I did. You did too, just it was unintentional, but I could tell you meant it.
Jefferson, there is no denying the way love can blossom on one. Yet, there is also no denying how the blossom can spread to the other. You'll never admit it, but I know you loved me the way I loved you, don't play it off as just lust, I've seen the ways you stare. You're not good at hiding it are you?
Maybe I'm just being narcissistic, maybe it's all in my head Jefferson, but if it's not, if you do find yourself up at night thinking of me, even if it's for just a brief moment, I wish you would have shown it. It would have been nice, a bit of action more than one drunken night, wouldn't it, Thomas.
They dont call me Tomcat for no reason, I am quite the animal- but thats not the point.
The point, my Dearest, Jefferson, is that if you do love me the way I you, if you do remember that night, if you are smitten, dear, I am so sorry.
I'm sorry Thomas, but if you've been given this letter-, I have not lived to see the light of day after my duel. Hopefully, you never have to read this, but my dear, I want you to know how I feel, the feelings in my stomach when I see your smile come into brighten a room, or the feelings...elsewhere. I'm sorry, no more joking. I just want you to know, that even though we argued and fought over things, even though it was rough at times, I, Alexander to the bottom of my heart and black soul, love you dearly.
I'm sorry Tommy, for everything.
My dearest wishes,
A. Ham."
Thomas's hand tightens around his shot glass as his eyes begin to tear up, leaving small stains on the strangely written letter. A small whimper type breath was pulled in sharply as he stood from his desk. He begins to run slightly to find the first person he can before bumping into someone outside his office door.
"Where's Hamilton," he asked sternly, without any greeting.
The person stuttered temporarily, "You- you didnt hear? He was shot. Killed in a duel."
Thomas tightened his jaw and stood straighter, he hesitated, "Find who did it. I want the man arrested by the end of the month," Thomas turned his back, letting a tear slide down his burning cheek, "Dont let that damn man die in vain."
"Yes sir, " the other man replied quietly.
Jefferson slowly made his way back inside. He closed the doors. His hands reached for the tear stained letter and his shot glass as he went to sit down once more.
He took a deep breath and flung the shot down his throat whilst punching his other hand onto the desk.
Silence passed by, as his head slowly slumped onto the desk. He slowly dozed off, tracing circles around the neatly written, "A. Ham."
