Philip Hamilton X Reader (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 24

You felt cold.

Numb.

Pained.

You felt horrible after what had happened. You didn't know what to think.

You lay in your room, your expression flat. You kept the curtains closed. You didn't want to feel the warmth of the sun against your bruised skin.

"Can I get you anything, love?" one of the helpers asked you, taking away the tray of food you refused to eat and replacing it with a new one.

"No. Thank you for being considerate," you replied quietly, squeezing onto the sheets in agony.

The woman nodded slowly, making her way out of your room without another sound.

As soon as the door closed you slowly sat up, walking over to your mirror so that you could examine yourself.

Your face was bruised on your right cheekbone and above your left eye. Your bottom lip had been cut open, and your nose was red and purple.

"How am I suppose to cover this up?" you whispered to yourself, poking at the bruises. You retracted your touch quickly, the pain spreading through your veins.

With a quiet sigh you reached for the foundation that sat on your vanity and began to cover up your face. You placed concealer a top that, blending it out.

"This isn't working," you told yourself, looking at your face. The bruises weren't as prominent, but they were still noticeable.

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"Miss (Y/n), a letter has arrived addressed to you," Elphie said cautiously, placing the letter on your pillow.

You smiled up at her, showing her she was dismissed with your facial expressions.

She left quickly, quietly shutting the door behind her.

You sat up, looking at the letter carefully. You resisted the urge to scream as you realized that the letter was from Philip.

'Dearest (Y/n),
I am extremely sorry for kissing you a few nights ago, I don't know what came over me. I just took the opportunity I saw without taking your feelings into consideration. I'm writing to you because nobody has heard from you in quite some time, and we've all grown worried. Please reply to me soon letting me know that you're alive and well.
I love you.
Sincerely Me,
Philip'

You sighed happily, pressing the letter to your chest. You quickly walked over to your desk, taking out a quill, ink, and paper.

'Dear Philip,
I'm so sorry for worrying you all, but I'm afraid that I won't be around for a while. Something has come up and I find it best if I don't show my face, it might cause some unwanted issues. Just know that I am alive.
Sincerely,
(Y/n)'

You didn't know what to say. You knew the letter wasn't your best work, but at this point you didn't care. You just hoped that Philip understood the letter enough to know that it was a sign that you were -in fact- not okay.