Playing With Fire || d.h

64. Who Live, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story

A/N: Do I make my chapters too long? They're usually around 3500-4000 words. Let me know.

Please read the authors note at the end.

By the time the intermission comes, I think I'm finally cried out. I wipe my cheeks, taking a sip of the drink Dan had gotten me. To be honest, I had completely forgotten about it until now. However, even lukewarm, it was still pretty good. The lights slowly faded back on, and Dan looked at me, letting out a light chuckle.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Your eyes are just a little puffy," he answers, still laughing slightly. My eyes widen in surprise, and I quickly pull out my phone, clicking on Snapchat and facing the camera toward me. Just as he had said, my eyes are red and glossed over, the tiniest bit of mascara smudged under them. However, the redness made the color of my eyes pop, and I face the camera toward both Dan and I. I put on the filter that makes heart float above our head, and Dan places his head lightly on my shoulder as I snap a picture.

Only Hamilton can crack my stone-cold heart.

The caption is mostly meant to make me cringe, and I'm just about to put it on my story, before I realize I can't. My face drops, and I just save the photo to my memories, turning my phone off.

"What's wrong?" Dan asks, concern etched into his expression.

I shrug. "Nothing, I just wish..." I sigh, before continuing. "I just wish we didn't have to be a secret."

I look up to meet Dan's gaze, but instead of seeing the pitiful look I had expected, he just smirks, shaking his head at me. My eyes narrow with confusion, and he replies, "Then let's stop being a secret."

Caught off guard, I raise my eyebrows. "What? How?"

He only shrugs. "We can just make a video about it," he answers. "It doesn't have to be a big deal."

I continue staring at Dan, trying to make sure he wasn't joking, and when I know he's serious, my mouth turns into a wide smile. I laugh cheerfully, before grabbing his face and kissing him deeply. He seems caught off at first, before succumbing to it. We finally pull apart, the grin on both our faces not even starting to fade.

Before I know it, the lights begin to dim, signaling the end of the intermission. Only a few minutes later, Thomas Jefferson walks on stage, the beginning notes of What'd I Miss starting.

Of course, even thinking I had been all cried, more tears shed throughout the second act. You'd think I'd be done, but of course, the final song had been the worst to sit through, trying to stifle my sobs the best I could. However, only a few seconds through, I give up.

"Eliza...."

"I interview every soldier who soldier who fought by your side."

"She tells our story..."

"I try to make sense of your thousands of pages of writing. You really do write like you're running out of time. I rely on Angelica. While she's alive, we tell your story. She is buried in Trinity Church near you. When I needed her most, she was right on time."

The tears start falling even heavier, and I lose control of them, silently shaking as I stuff my sleeve into my mouth, Dan grabbing my hand and squeezing it slightly. I breathe in and out for a bit, and I'm pretty sure I have it under control.

"Oh, can I show you what I'm proudest of?"

"The orphanage..."

God, fucking damnit.

"I help to raise hundreds of children, I get to see them growing up."

I squeeze my eyes shut as tight as I can, the bulbous tears cascading down my cheeks.