•12~Alexander Hamilton•

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A/n: basically all the Reynolds Pamphlet but a bit of a twist on your part.

Au: Hamiltime

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That morning you had woken up content and not having a care in the world, but now you sat it your bed balling into your pillow.

All because of one piece of paper. The Reynolds pamphlet.

Your Son, Philip, had seen it first and brought it to you, crying.

"Philip, love, what is wrong?" You said hugging him gently.
"Mother, look at this." He said sobbing and passing you the piece of paper.
You took it and read it to see why your son was in so much distress.

When you read it, you crushed it in your hand and chucked it on the floor. You then turned from your son and your other 4 children and  strode to your room.

You did not break down until you were in your room and had locked the door.

You lay for hours crying before you began to look through the letters that Alex had written you at the beginning of your relationship. You then burned then one by one.

Why should you keep them if he didn't really love you?

You then went back to bed and fell asleep surrounded by tissues.

•••

You woke up a few hours later to the sound of Alex shouting.

"Y/n, Please let me in!" He pleaded on the other side of the door.

"Get lost, Alexander!" You screamed at him. How did he have the nerve to come and ask for your forgiveness?

"Please..." You heard him whisper.
"Leave!" You said and you heard his footsteps moving away from the bedroom door.

•••

You woke up in the morning with a mission.

You packed bags for you and for all of your children, while they got ready to go. You arranged carriages come to the house to take you all to your parents house.

You were saying goodbye to the maids when Alexander came running down the stairs. He looked pathetic, his eyes tear stained. It was his fault, he had no reason to be upset.

"Y/n, please don't do this! I'm so sorry." He begged falling to the floor, crying.
"Alexander..." You said pitifully, for a moment questioning your choice. "Goodbye."

You turned on your heal and walked out, leaving a shocked and distraught Alexander on the floor. How could he ever get you back?

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