When Two Worlds Split

War

"Dead?" I said, a worrying tone bumping my vowels and cracking my voice. "Why?"
"Charles Lee." Angelica said, her eyes tracing the cursive on the letter.
Charles Lee was petty. Alexander would talk about his fowl words and disrespectful actions against George Washington.
"They're saying the duel was Hamilton's idea."
Angelica said, squinting at the paper.
"Surely not." Eliza said, still wiping her tears.
Suddenly, a hot anger rose inside of my chest. Why would Lee do such a thing?
"It was not Alexander's fault. Lee is simply a twat."
Angelica scowled at me.
"Language."
Eliza sighed.
"I need to cook something- I don't want to think about this too much."
I nodded. "I'll go outside- fresh air, y'know."
I stepped from the house. A strong October wind gusted in my face, but the temperature stayed lukewarm. I walked down the rubble path, picking up my dress from the mud.
I soon got to a familiar place. A small opening, that cast out a view of Manhattan bay. A tree swayed above the small opening, looming silently. Purple and white flowers waved around aimlessly in the soft grass.
I took a seat below the tree, leaning my back against the bark.
I slowly closed my eyes, falling asleep hazily to the splash of the water.
"So, I was wondering, Lafayette... do you wonder if America'll make it? Through the war?" He turned to me, his hazel eyes meeting mine again. "I know my friends will pursue. I don't know if we'll live, but we'll die for America..." I leaned against his shoulder, as my hair blew in the wind.

I had a dream. About him...

Lafayette began to wrap one of his arms around my waist. He pulled me a bit tighter to his side. I smiled. He turned to me. "Are you cold, my belle lys?" I turned to him, as he started to take off his jacket. "No, I'm fine. You're warm enough." I leaned against him, as he sighed and set his jacket on the soft grass. At this point, the sun was a quarter past the horizon. The ocean had reflected its light around us, as if the sunbeams were bright enough. "The sun is almost as gorgeous as you, Peggy." I smirked, remarking, "Well, I was about to say the same thing to you, but you said it first. Bummer, huh?" He laughed.

This seemed to be some sick memory. My thoughts mocking me to make me feel sad.

Lafayette turned to me, as he reached his hand to my cheek. He ran it down my hair, until he had reached my waist.  Pulling me closer, I closed my eyes. I thought to myself, saying, No! Don't do this! , but in reality, I had nothing to lose. Well- maybe one thing, but I'm not losing that any time soon.  It seemed like hours until I felt his lips press against mine. His kiss wasn't harsh or rough... it was just soft, like touching a rose petal. I felt his hands run through my hair.

I opened my eyes. The stars had crept over the sky, popping out from the black abyss above me.

I turned to my side, feeling his arms still around me.
There was nothing but the silent wind and a swaying bush of flowers.
I woke up alone.

I felt like there was some war going in my head, unlike the gunfires in Yorktown.
Some part of me wanted to run away.
Run.
Run.
Go.
No.. not now.

The empty sky became a black darkness.
I slowly stood up, running my hands through my hair as I slowly walked home, my dress dragging in the mud.

I perked my head up.
"A young lady should not be walking this late without an escort."
Stephen.
I narrowed my eyebrows at the fool.
"What do you want, Stephen?" I said, in a sneering tone.
"My, Margarita, that is no way to speak to your future husband." He smiled devilishly.
A deep anger rose in my chest. I stood on my heels. My fists clenched white.
"You are not my future husband- and you never will be!" I yelled, spitting.
He simply replied with a sinister remark, "You could do nothing about it. You are a woman. And I am the richest man around this block, except for your father." He continued, stepping closer to me. "I do not love you, I love your status." He wrapped his hand around my wrist. I trembled, pulling away from him.
"You are a sick man, Rensselaer."
I stormed away, after laying a hard smack across his face.