So, this chapter is basically going to be a redo of the last chapter, but in a different POV. Enjoy!
Alexander POV
We start to applaud John as the Heather's and Veronica start to walk away. I go and hug him when Maria says something about "Lams" and I stop. What the heck is a Lams? Anyways, I step back to let Eliza congratulate him when I see Heather come up behind Eliza holding a knife.
Everything stops.
I always imagined death, you could say that it's like a memory to me. But is this where it gets me, on my feet, several feet ahead of me? I see it coming, do I run, warn Eliza, or let it be? There is no beat, no melody.
John, my very first friend and the first person I actually trusted when I came here. He is standing in the middle of it all. He may get hurt as well. Maria, I didn't know her for long, but we were close.... too close actually. I would always go to her for help. If I throw away my shot to save all of my friends, is this how you'll remember me? What if my actions to this next scene is my legacy?
Legacy? How would you define that? God, where's a dictionary when you need one?
It's... planting seeds in a garden you never get to see. I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me. America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me! You let me make new friends, a new life, and taught me the real meaning to live. You let me make a difference, a place where even orphan immigrants like me and Lafayette can leave their fingerprints and rise up.
Heather takes another step forward. Everything pauses again.
I'm running out of time, my time's up. Wise up, eyes up.
I catch a glimpse of the other side. My cousin is running around like when we were little. My cousin who committed suicide in on the other side. He's with my mother on the other side. The man who left me when I was only a little kid is watching from the other side. Teach me how to say goodbye.
Rise up, rise up, rise up, Eliza!
I look at her. She's smiling, like always. She's so peaceful and innocent. My love, take your time. I'll see you on the other side. Raise a glass to freedom....
Just as time began again, I quickly push Eliza out of the way. All I could feel is pain. Heather strikes me right between my rips. Everything is a blur.
All I see Eliza, Maria, and John hovering over me, Eliza holding my face with one hand and my hand with the other. Maria has her hands on my chest, trying to perform CPR but it's pointless. Heather tries to walk toward me, but John quickly gets up and starts screaming at her. Soon, the police arrive and usher her and the rest of the Heather's away. When, the nurses and doctors set me on the stretcher, I see Eliza trying to run towards me. She's screaming and crying, but Maria and John are holding me back. Soon, Angelica and Peggy takes her inside of their car to meet the others at the hospital.
Why am I the only one that's actually being calm about this?
When we get to the hospital, the others arrive shortly after me. Everyone is crying, when they shouldn't be.
Hercules is holding onto Lafayette.
Lafayette is holding onto his boyfriend.
Burr is trying to sooth his girlfriend.
Peggy and Maria are crying into each others shoulders.
Thomas is trying to fight back the tears and Madison is comforting him.
John is being soothed by Angelica.
And Eliza? She was a mixture of all of those. Being comforted, hugged, even being kissed on the forehead. But that's not enough. She keeps crying and holding my hand.
Alex- Eliza...
She looks up.
Alex- Look at where we are and where we started. I know you. Y-you're going to die an old women with a huge, happy family. Don't give up on love.
I look at the others.
Alex- Promise me you'll all look after her for me?
They all give a sad nod. I look back at Eliza.
Alex- Hey. You're definitely the best of friends and best of women.
She gives a sad smile and giggle as I kiss her hand.
Darkness
I'm so sorry about all the tears. Here's a tissue:
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