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I Still Love Him - Hamliza

And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that
he was the only one for me.
We both knew it, right away.
Smile bright and laugh loud, Eliza Schuyler settled herself in to a night she knew she would enjoy. She was in good company with her sisters, and she was surrounded by entertainment. She smiled fondly seeing her younger sister, Peggy, bright red as she attempted to engage in conversation with an older man, noticeably foreign.
Her smile faltered as she realised her older sister, Angelica, was no where to be seen. Eliza frowned, set down her drink and made her way into the next room. She saw her sister standing outside on the balcony. There was this look on Angelica's face that Eliza couldn't quite place. It was not a familiar emotion to be seen on the oldest girl's expression, however it was nothing Eliza hadn't seen before on others. There was this sort of dreamy, dazed look in her eyes, she was fiddling with her hands...
Eliza decided it was down to the alcohol.
She was just about to make her way out to her sister, when something caught the corner of her eye.
Well, someone.
And as the years went on, things got more difficult --
we were faced with more challenges.
When the letter from Washington arrived, Eliza debated about ignoring it. About keeping Alexander all for herself and their unborn son. But she knew, in her heart, she knew... she had to let him go and fight.
I begged him to stay. Try to remember what
we had at the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic,
electric and everybody knew it. When he walked in
every woman's head turned, everyone stood up
to talk to him.
Eliza's eyes searched her husband's face for some sign, some reason he wanted to leave again. Weren't she and Philip enough for him? Why did he have to leave them, for Washington again, no less?
"Alexander, look around. Look at what we have here. Your son, your unborn daughter, Angelica and I? Are we not enough?"
Alex sighed and rubbed his tired eyes, the lines on his face had only been getting more prominent recently. She knew he wasn't sleeping.
"I have to leave, the people need me to lead!"
"I need you, too!" Eliza shouted at him, tears blurring her vision. But it was too late. He was gone.
Eliza was not surprised when she heard news of the affair. She was disappointed, but not surprised. She had not done anything to hide their children from the truth. They deserved to know what a coward their father was. She did not shed a single tear.
"I did warn you," Angelica spoke softly over the crackling fire. "No matter how much you give him, he will always want more."
Eliza hummed quietly in response. She wasn't sure if Angelica knew that she knew. She knew that her older sister had been the first to fall, and she knew that Maria Reynolds would not be the last.
I always got the sense that he became torn
between being a good person and
missing out on all of the opportunities that life could
offer a man as magnificent as him.
"Eliza," he whispered. It was the early hours of the morning. It had been some time since the two had been able to simply enjoy the company of one another. It was peaceful. Well, it could have been if either could have shaken the imagine of their son, lifeless and cold, out of their minds.
Eliza smiled as she turned to face her husband. She hasn't planned on forgiving him. But that was before he showed her, showed her that he had listened. All those, she begged him to stay, let her be a part of his life and have his heart. And now he was proving to her. However, other aspects of life went on. The world does not stop turning simply because someone dies.
"Alexander, go," she whispered. "The people are asking to hear your voice. Tell them what they need to hear, it is your duty."
"But-" Alexander began.
"Hush," Eliza smiled. "I shall still be here once you return."
And in that way I understood him
Eliza watched as her husband presented his speech to the crowds of people, telling them which way to vote. He was as vibrant as ever, buzzing with life even after all he had experienced. Eliza knew the feeling, of having to be strong for someone else's sake. She was glad to have forgiven him. Maybe, they could finally enjoy their lives.
and I loved him.
I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.
The sobs broke from Eliza's throat as she threw herself onto the ground next to his body. Her voice wrecked and her eyes puffy as she cried out for him. Angelica sat next to her, tears steaming down her own cheeks, a sniffle caught in her nose. She sighed as she fished around in her pocket for a crumpled piece of paper. A note. From him. The last thing he would ever write... for his dearest, Eliza.
And I still love him.
I love him.
Eliza lays in the bed that used to be shared. The remainder of her children, from her own blood and the ones she took into her care, gather around her. She is old and dying, reflecting back on the last fifty years of her life. She rushed her way from city to city, spreading the story of her husband. She talked to his friends, the ones from back in the revolutionary days. She enlists Angelica to help her, and they work together before her passing. She tells the story of the first president of their country, and a what president he was. She speaks for causes she believes in, she goes against slavery. And, she opens an orphanage. She takes these children into her own care. She looks after them. She wonders if all this may have just been for nothing. And she wonders if it was all a waste. But, in the end, no one will ever know their true legacy. And she realises, she'll have to settle for the comfort that her last actions will not have been in vain, but for her dearest, Alexander.

[[Sooooo, I know this totally sucked, but I had the idea and really wanted to write it lmao. Anyway, let me know if there's something else you want me to write. I'm working on a Lafayette smut at the moment, so there's that to look forward to.]]