Not Throwing Away My One-Shot (Hamilton One-Shot Book) {REQUESTS: OPEN}

~Hamliza~

🎵💔It's Quiet Uptown💔🎵

"There are moments that the words don't reach."

Eliza Hamilton kneeled down, sobbing loudly into her handkerchief at the sight before her. Her first born, Philip, with a bullet wound in his side; dead... And beside her, was a man she despised, weeping alongside her: her husband, Alexander. And for the first time in his life, he couldn't think of anything to say. After all, what more can you day, when your beloved son, who was only nineteen, was being buried in the ground before you?

Kneeling down beside her, Alexander gently placed a reassuring hand on Eliza's shoulder. But, immediately, retracted said hand, when he was shrugged off and glared at by his once loving and happy wife. And it pained him, and made Alex regret every single stupid mistake he ever made- which not only in his once beautiful marriage being tainted, but as well as the life of his own child. He had experienced every parent's nightmare: seeing their child buried in the ground, long before themselves.

"There is suffering too terrible to name."

Alexander felt broken. Philip's birth changed his life. Lacking a father figure in his own life, and losing his mother at a young age, he planned to make everything better for his newborn son. He planned to give his all to Philip, even the world if he had to. Now that the realization had settled in that he had failed, it destroyed him entirely. What good is a father that can't even keep his child alive? What good is a husband who can't keep his family together?

Maybe that's why he made the decision to move his family uptown. To a quieter part of New York. A quaint house, just big enough to support his large family of eight, and the new baby they were expecting. Eliza was heartbroken from the pregnancy, she was once anticipating greatly. What would people think of her? That this child was just a replacement, to make up for the mistake of leaving her son alone with her husband long enough to result in her loss? But, would she love this baby any less? No, of course not. If anything, she'd love him as much as she could, and pray to God that she can protect him from the cruel world.

"You hold your child as tight as you can."

Angelica Hamilton sat at the piano, lazily playing a few chords. Eliza watched her eldest daughter, with a solemn face, not bothering to correct any of her plentiful mistakes. The young, teenage girl was not even focused on attempting the right notes. She was more set on thinking about her older brother. There was no way he was gone. Her parents had no idea what they were talking about. Philip was fine. She spoke with him every night, after all.

Eliza nursed her current youngest child, who else held the name 'Eliza', cradling her gently in her arms. Her other hand she used to trace circles into her ever-growing baby bump. The sounds of wrong notes, along with mis-said French phrases, while bringing back now-somber memories, didn't faze her too much. Instead she would only mutter a small, 'good', almost inaudibly and mostly stare off into space. The house was unusually quiet, which was strange considering there was four boys; excluding her husband and deceased son; usually causing a ruckus. Little did Eliza know, that the reason behind the quiet atmosphere, was because the boys were in fact  not home. But rather, they were outside with their father, picking flowers to bring to their brother's grave.

"And push away the unimaginable."

Eliza buried her face into her son, Alexander Jr.'s shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably, as he attempted to comfort her. Alex, her husband, was talking with the local doctor about Angelica's condition. It was only worsening, and she showed no signs of recovering. Ever sine Philip's death, she's far too many signs of insanity, and it's begun to delve to the point of her being placed in a Mental Asylum, if Alex and Eliza weren't able to help her.