This Can't be Happening (Hamilsquad x Reader)

Goodbye

Previously:

The battlefield is no place for a woman.

....A woman

We'll just see about that
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Lafayette's point of view

We continued our activities as usual, but there was still a bit of tension in the air.

We spent the whole day playing games and walking around the city alone since the guys had to prepare to leave. Our fun and happiness was slightly forced. We both knew that everyone was going to be leaving that evening.

I showed her places she could buy food and gave her enough money to last her for a while, though she would have to get a job.

She seemed very disappointed with every comment I made about staying.

"Why can't I just go with you guys?"

"Mon ami, we talked about this."

"I know, but you guys, of all people should know that I'm not an ordinary woman! I went to the gym, I've been trained with firearms..."

"Non."

"But if you would just listen! I'm better than you think I am. Please just-"

"Enough! Your not going! We are done with this!"

"But I can do it! I-"

"(Y/n) I said non! femmes do not belong in war and I'm not letting you go! Are you an idiot? Do you want to get yourself killed?"

The words came off my tongue like daggers. (Y/n) went silent. She paused for a moment before turning away from me and walking in a different direction.

"Mon ami, wait."

I grabbed her arm, but she pulled it away. For a split second I could see tears.

"Don't call me that. You've made it clear what my place is. Goodbye, Lafayette. I'll see you after the war."

A part of me felt hurt. (Y/n) had nicknames for all of us and almost never said our full names.

I couldn't do anything but watch as she stormed away. People stared at me as I stood alone.

Even though my mind was racing, only one thought really came to mind.

This may be the last time I see (y/n), and I ruined it.
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(Y/n) point of view.

I felt my foot moving, but I wasn't in control. They were taking me away, though I didn't know where.

Tears streamed down my face, but I didn't cry. I couldn't let myself be so weak that I cried over some stupid French guy and his stupid friends with their stupid faces.

My fists clenched. Sadness slowly turned to anger. I went over to the nearest tree and punched it over and overs. I didn't stop until my knuckles bled. My hands were shaking aggressively.