Speech Boy ★Leebury★

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  Charles looked around, everyone was yelling, falling to the floor and bleeding themselves to death. He breathed heavily, holding his weapon with a weak grip.  

   "Everyone attack!" George Washington demanded harshly.

   "Retreat!" Charles exclaimed loudly, his voice cracking.

   "What are you doing, Lee?! Get back on your feet!" The man yelled sternly.

   "But there's so many of them!" He replied back, his face soaked with blood.

   "I'm sorry, is this not your speed?!" George growled. "Hamilton! Have Lafayette take the lead!"

    Charles tightened his grip on his gun, his chest rising and falling noticeably as he started to shake.

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"Look him in the eye, aim no higher. Summon all the courage you require, then count," Hamilton stated, glaring at Charles from the other side of the field.

  Charles took in a shaky breath, holding his gun anxiously. This is not how he imagined things would go. He knew he wasn't qualified for being a general, yet still he had been chosen for that position.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. Number ten! Places, fire!" The four men yelled at unison.

   That's when Charles felt a large pain on his side. His first reflect was to drop his weapon and hold his wound, only to cover his hand in blood.

  After that, everything started to spin around before going black. Shit. This is what he deserved. To be killed, after all the people who had died under his command. Right?

   He fell to the floor, blood rushing out of his body from his wound. Charles' breath hitched.

   "I'm sorry, Samuel..," he muttered quietly, tears streaming down his face. "I won't be able to go back.."

  The man's eyes started to flutter closed as Aaron Burr ran towards him.

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  Charles opened his eyes abruptly, sitting up immediately​but laying down right after he felt a tremendously painful wound on his side.

   "S-shit.." Charles held his injury. "That c-can't be good."

   He looked around, examining his surroundings​. Aaron Burr sat on a corner, glancing over at the other.

   "You really messed up, huh?" He chuckled softly, looking away.
  “Woah, really? Shit man, I hadn't realized.” Charles sighed, running a hand through his hair and nodding. "Yeah, I k-know..," he replied.
 
   Aaron frowned. "I'm sorry." He gazed over at the injured man. "Just wanted to start up a conversation."

   He sat up again, hissing in pain. "It's okay, m-man. You're fine.." Charles looked at the bandage around his torso.

  The two stayed silent, often giving each other awkward looks.

  "H-hey, Aaron?" Charles said, clearly in pain.

   "Yeah?" Aaron stood up, dusting off his clothes and raising an eyebrow at Charles.

  "I don't know if...," He paused. "I-I don't know if I'll m-make it. Could you write something f-for me?"

   Burr shrugged. "Sure thing.." He walked out of the tent, coming back with a piece of paper and a pen.

   Charles bit his lower lip, choking a soft whine. "D-dear Samuel...," he said.

   "Oohh~ Who's Samuel?" Aaron teased, writing down what Charles was saying.

   "You know w-what? I'll d-do it..," Charles muttered, extending his hand to hold the paper and pen.

  Dear Samuel,
I have been anxious to write you, this time being apart has been hell itself. I do not know if I will be able to go back...

  Charles took a hand to his eyes, rubbing them harshly to prevent any tears.

Although I am not sure, the most probable situation is that I will decease here.

Charles stained the paper with a few tears, sniffing quietly before going back to writing his letter.

Hopefully, we will meet each other again. At heaven maybe, since you are quite the saint.

The man chuckled softly, causing a large pain to grow on his side. He whimpered softly, biting his lip.

My last statement, if we do not see each other again, will be my most deep confession.

    He sighed softly. Aaron had noticed that if it hadn't been for the pain, Charles would be sobbing at this point.

Over this few weeks, I have been growing affection towards you. Though this might sound hurried, since the moment I laid eyes on you, I fell helplessly in love. You are the most wonderful man I have ever met, and although you probably don't love me back, remember that you will always have a place in my heart, even when it stops beating.

Charles held his side in pain as he started sobbing, both at the physical and emotional pain.

I love you, Samuel Seabury.

Always yours,
Charles Lee.

  Charles coughed up some blood before laying his head back and falling into a deep slumber, one he would probably never wake up from.