Hamilton one-shots {Requests open!}

Raise A Glass To Freedom (Jamilton)

A knock sounded at Thomas Jefferson's door. The door who was knocking had a letter, but they were in severe despair. It wasn't long after dawn. They knocked again, but this time, it was softer due to the person crying. Thomas opened the door, seeing the person in front of him was crying.  "Are you okay?!" It was none other, than Eliza Hamilton. Her face was a bright red, from crying. She shook her head. She held up a note signed in her husband's handwriting. Thomas looked at the note.

It was in a scribbled handwriting instead of his usual neat handwriting. Eliza handed it to him breaking down once again. "I-i'm so sorry Thomas..."

"About what, Mrs. Hamilton?" He looked at the note.

"J-just read the note, it'll explain everything.." She shook her gaze upwards to the sky. Thomas opened the envelope began reading the note.

'My dearest, Thomas,

By the time you get this note, I will be long gone. I'll inform you on why this note had reached you. I was called out, yes, called out on a duel. If you read this letter, I lost. I'm going to shoot up, I do not wish to kill my opponent. I merely want harm on him as a whole. I'm sorry Thomas.

I wrote two letters, one to my wife, and one to you. I wish to tell you many things you told me in life. To start, 'Damn, nice attitude.' I know that's a little risqué to say, but, Thomas, when you weren't being a dick, your personality was actually quite lovely.

Another thing you told me once Thomas, was 'I love you.' You were highly intoxicated, but you still said it. Did you really mean it? I'll never know. You probably won't care at this moment. But dear Thomas, I love you too. I do wish I could've expressed it in life, but alas. My time was cut short.

Thomas, a word on your presidency, don't screw up anything I set up. Please.

I'm sorry my dear that my time was cut short. I'm not sure how this letter may find you, but when it does, just know I send my deepest condolences.

Thomas, I sit here gazing across the Hudson, I should be thinking about living. But all I can seem to think about, is you. I'm a terrible person.  You might have been a jerk sometimes, but I didn't mind. I cheerish those sweet moments (mostly when we were intoxicated) of us together. The innocent moments sweethearts share when they first fall.

Maybe you did really mean it Thomas. But I guess I may never know...

I cheerish this moment of the last words you said to me, 'Stay safe Alexander...' I will try my hardest....

Goodbye my Thomas..

Raise a glass to freedom...

~Forever yours

Alexander

"Oh...OH MY GOD!" He began to break down. "E-eliza...how long has he been dead?"

"H-He's still with the doctor...H-he urged me to get the letter to you....I-i pray he'll still be alive when I return..." Eliza herself was crying, quite a lot.

"I-i'll come with. " He looked like a hot mess now, but he didn't care.

"A-are you sure?" Eliza asked, but as she asked she was turning hurrying back to the carriage. She just looked like a blob running away from him. Thomas ran to the carriage, and got in it. The moment he sat down next to Eliza, she broke down into tears again. "I-i don't want t-to lose him.." The carriage driver made his horses race off going towards town.

"If we lose him, the world will lose me."

"T-thomas no!" She looked up at a man she held his respects for. "A-America needs you Thomas! I-if we lose you imagine what w-would happen....I-imagine what Alexander would want you to do if we lose him.."