Hamilton OneShots

Guilt ~ Alexander Hamilton

Oh look, another song being used in my story!!! What a surprise. Also, I know I've been writing a lot, but I've got a lot on my mind. Today I have two stories, this one, and the next one. The next one is because today is a certain French General's birthday...

July 11th, 1804

Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton had many disputes, but they never led to this. Aaron had enough of Alexander's "games". So here they stood, Weehawken field, New Jersey. Both mentally thinking of their favorite moments in life. But for Alexander, he knew what the outcome of this duel would be. He also knew why this duel was taking place.

I only wanted to have fun, learning to fly, learning to run. I let my heart decide the way when I was young.

It was a given that the friendship between Alexander and Aaron wouldn't last. The two were so different. Alexander was open and loud. Aaron was quiet and reserved. Political views were a big difference, the two barely shared the same opinions, and it pissed Alexander off that Aaron never spoke about his opinion.

Deep down I must've always known, that this would be inevitable. To earn my stripes I'd have to pay and bear my soul.

Both had things they regretted. Actions they did or didn't do. People they never apologized to, a life they never had the joy of living.

Alexander Hamilton's POV

I know I'm not the only one who regrets the things they've done sometimes I just feel It's only me who can't stand the reflection that they see.

Here we are, I had finally run out of time. My thoughts go to those I've already lost, and those who will soon lose me.

I wish I could live a little more, look up to the sky not just the floor. I feel like my life is flashing by, and all I can do is watch and cry.

John, Philip, My mother, Washington... I'll see them soon.

I miss the air I miss my friends, I miss my mother, I miss it when life was a party to be thrown, but that was a million years ago...

New York looked so pretty from across the river. The sun barely peeking over the horizon. I miss my simple life in New York when I had first arrived.

When I walk around all of the streets, where I grew up and found my feet.

I remember the Reynolds Pamphlet... After I had cheated on my wife with James Reynolds' wife Maria, I wrote it. It's one of my biggest regrets. Everyone hated me after, they all flocked to Elizabeth's side, saying she was the victim of a bad marriage, and that Maria was the victim of abuse. How the fuck did I know she was being forced to do what she did? It wasn't 'til I got the damn letter from James where I found out. But no, I'm the bad husband, I'm the offender, the culprit. The whore.

They can't look me in the eyes, It's like they're scared of me... I try to think of things to say, like a joke or a memory. But they don't recognize me now, in the light of day.

But Burr had an affair, does anyone talk about that? No. And look where it got him, he has a wife and child, he's the damn Vice President! He gets to live with that regret, if he even had any.

I know I'm not the only one who regrets the things they've done. Sometimes I just feel It's only me, who never became who they thought they'd be. I wish I could live a little more, look up to the sky, not just the floor. I feel like my life is flashing by, and all I can do is watch and cry. I miss the air, I miss my friends, I miss my mother, I miss it when life was a party to be thrown.

Before I know it, we're standing back to back. Ten paces and my life is over, I'm sure it'll be quick. Burr's an okay shot ........................... I think.....

But that was a million years ago.

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Motherfucker is a terrible shot. Oh great. Thank you, Aaron Burr, for making me live a day with a bullet in me before I die. Fucking asshole...

A million years ago...

July 12th, 1804. Hamilton's death.

Song used was "Million Years Ago" by Adele.