I Just Need | lams (unedited and don't plan on it either)

Chapter Five

I had to stay. One more fight, I was fighting for slavery. These men deserve freedom. I read through the letter same and Alexander would send each other. I smile at them. They made me so happy. "Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens? You're needed." One of the soldiers informed me. I set my letters down and grab my gun. Praying I won't die.

Eventually it was over, We won. I set the men free. Ringing was all I could hear. A man has shot me. "Oh my." I fell to the ground before I could finish my sentence. Blood soaked my uniform. I coughed up blood and flowers. This wasn't the only thing to kill me. I started choking. I couldn't breath. The flowers had blocked my windpipe, I was going to die. Tears streamed down my face. I pull out a small piece of paper. It was a sketch of Alex that I drew. I held it to my chest. "I love you. It'll never be enough for me." I weakly smiled. My time was up. My life was ov-.
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Alexander's POV

Eliza walked into my study, "Alexander, there's a letter for you from South Carolina."

I continued writing, not looking up from my paper. "It's from John Laurens. I'll read it later."
"No, it's not." I pause. Please be good news.

My voice shook, "Will you read it?" I turn to face my wife.

"On Tuesday, the twenty-seventh, Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens was killed in a gunfight against British troops in South Carolina. These troops had not yet received word from Yorktown that the war was over. He's buried here until his family can send for his remains. As you may know, Lieutenant Colonel Laurens was engaged in recruiting three thousand men for the first all-black military regiment. The surviving members of this regiment have been returned to their masters." Eliza read the letter. He was gone. John was gone.

"You know John had Hanahaki Disease. I found out the day of our wedding. So I took him home. Lafayette and Hercules also knew about it. I'm sure he didn't tell you. I know you can guess who the person was too." Eliza sighed. I messed up. If I wasn't so blind.

"Alexander, are you alright?" I hadn't realize I was crying.

"I have so much work to do." I turn back to my desk and continued my writing. Eliza left.
I grab another sheet of paper and wrote,

All the stars we steal from the nightsky
Will never be enough
Never be enough
Towers of gold are still too little
These hands could hold the world but it'll
Never be enough

It'll never be enough for me.