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*Sighs* It only gets worse.
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Warnings: Cold blooded murder. Depression. Break. Death. After effects. Bad stuff.
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"It wasn't his fault," Jefferson said, looking at the gravestone. There was nothing else with such a finality than a gravestone. A name, stark numbers carved to tell the world it had been too short. Not enough time, never enough time. Nothing could be done for him now except pray the history books were kind.
John Laurens
"Matthews got him when he was weakest. Wounded. Mind weak and vulnerable after freshly regaining his memories. He didn't stand a chance," Jefferson went on.
"I know," Hamilton whispered.
Jefferson reached down, lacing their hands together. John Laurens was found murdered in his cell, much in the same fashion as Matthews had been. Only instead of a bullet to the head, it was a knife dragged across the vulnerable throat. Before any trial. Before he even had a chance to explain himself. Who was the one to do such a thing was unknown, there had been...other concerns.
Madison turned, nodded to Jefferson and Hamilton and walked away from the site. The two of them were the last to remain. All the others had gone home long before.
In Hamilton's opinion, it was much too sunny for such an occasion. "Take me home, Thomas."
"Of course, my love." Jefferson bent down and softly kissed his head, placing Hamilton's flowers gently on the grave before grips the handles and wheeling Hamiltons out of the graveyard. Over the lumpy ground covered in the lush grass so well nourished by what lay beneath.
Funny, how you don't notice those things until you've lost someone. Or can no longer walk.
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