This Can't be Happening (Hamilsquad x Reader)

Epilogue

Previously:

I closed my eyes and let myself get carried away.

I'll see you guys on the other side.

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3rd person

Tears stained the cheeks of the four revolutionary war heroes. The shovels in their hands pulled up the rich soil that made up the land surrounding the big tree in the valley (y/n) loved so much.

Her ambitions and pride may have been what ended her life, but her smile and strength is what made her memory live on forever.

Darryl was never found. Some think he went west, but most believe he fled to Europe. Years of searching went by in vain.

The four men buried their friend that they loved so much. Some may have loved her more than others.

John left that day feeling as though he lost his family, his everything. Despite her warning, he left for South Carolina anyway and was killed in battle. He never told the other three that he knew. In his final moments after being shot, his last thought were of the girl who changed his life and the boy who brightened it up.

Hercules left that day feeling like he lost his childhood best friend. He practically lived in a bar for months after the war before cleaning up his act and moving out of New York, where he married and lived his life the way the history books describe it. He would tell his family many stories about the woman who fought bravely along side men, and his friends who helped him live life to the fullest.

Lafayette left that day feeling as though he lost someone he could spend his life with. After the war, he moved back to France. He lost contact with his American friends after the revolution started. From there he lived a life where he was always in danger. He was never able to settle down and have a happy life. He was captured countless times and was tortured just as much, but he never forgot (y/n), the girl he couldn't truly live without.

Alex left that day feeling like he lost a huge chunk of his heart. After the war, he went through a phase of depression for loosing two of the people most close to him. Eventually he overcame this by shutting out every memory of the two and living as if he never knew them.

Pain filled the hearts of all those close to (y/n). That pain never really left. It carried with them for the rest of their life's.

Over time, more people came. Over time, (y/n)'s legacy was forgotten. The beautiful valley was slowly destroyed, except for one tree that now stands in the middle of Central Park.

Although she is not a hero, like the rest of the revolutionaries, (y/n) was a warrior. Her memory is kept alive by those who worthily care to remember.

No pain is really gone...

No legacy is forever eliminated...

No one is truly forgotten...

And certainly not (y/n).