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9/11 [JAMILTON] [PART ONE]

i am not the most patriotic person you will see and this is like a week late, but i have wanted to write a chapter on this. in all seriousness, my hearts go out to the families and friends of the people who died that day and are still dying (lung cancer and other diseases caused by the dust from the buildings when they fell and disintegrated) as a cause of the 9/11 attacks.

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My arms are wrapped around a sleep Alexander. His breathing is so calm and perfect, you would've never guessed the pain he went through to be here today. A hurricane left him and his brother alone on the streets of their hometown. His childhood was hard and when I found him in college, all he did was cut and work.

Kissing my Alexander's forehead softly, I watch as his brown eyes flutter open. At the sight of the sun, he buries his face in my chest.

"I don't want to get up..." He says, taking my hand and just cuddling with it. He's the cutest thing ever.

"We have to, Alex. You have a job," I boop his nose with my other hand, sitting up.

He slowly sits up along with me, still holding my hand and nuzzling (uwu) it.

And before he can do any more whining about getting up and complaining about his dream job, I get out of bed, pullimg him with me to our kitchen. He groans the entire way, but finally stands up. He's still holding my hand, even as I get us toast and sit down at the table.

"Alex?" I ask softly, "Are you going to let go."

"Fine," He huffs and I shrink a bit as he lets go, "I don't have time for toast, though... Early meeting. Sorry. Bye." He says it so fast and I laugh, realizing if he hadn't spend such a long time complaing about getting up, we would be able to eat breakfast together.

Alex works in the World Trade Center. He sometimes gets early meetings, but not usually. Today is an unusual day though.

"Okay, sweetheart. I appluad you and your sleep deprivation. I love you. Stay safe." When I'm sitting down, I'm just as tall as Alex standing up, so I easily kiss his lips and brush his hair with my fingers.

And he's off.

Just like that.

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My love for Alex and toast doesn't change as I get ready and head to my own job; lawyer. I've been good at lawyering since I was a youngling. I work alongside my best friend, Aaron Burr.

An hour after Alex leaves the apartment, I leave as well. I'm wearing a snazzy suit.

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The event comes crashing down to me over phone. I'm sitting at my oak desk, staring at a piece of paper. I'm trying to conjure up a thought on how to start the essay, but I can't seem to. So, I stare at the paper, hoping and imagining the pen flying from my hands and writing the essay by itself.

That does not happen.

Instead, the phone on the side of my desk rings. I chose an old-style phone, because that's stereotypical and Alex always judges me about it whenever he visits my office.

Picking up the phone, I see my mom's number displayed on the old digital screen, "Mom!"

"Thomas!" Her voice is raspy and jumpy, meaning she's been crying. I stiffen, "Have you heard?"

I shake my hesd no, but then realize she can't see me, "No. What's wrong, Ma?"

"The World Trade Center..." She stops, sniffling, "Got hit by a plane."

I hang up on her rudely, although I hope and pray she understands. In less than a moment, I'm calling Alexander.

I hope he's okay.

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HEHEEHHEEHEHEHHE I'M GIVING TOO MANY PART TWO'S

this'll have two parts next; fluff and angst.

ask me questions about me, i'm quite bored. (: