South Park in Hamilton because I have no life.

Laurens Interlude (chapter 14.)

I'm so sorry. But ay, fun fact about John Laurens, he went and got a woman pregnant and married the woman in question out of pity. Also, yes I'm using real letters between Laurens and Hamilton. I want my sad points!
~Eko.
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"Wendy, there is a letter to you from South Carolina," Stan says.

I sigh, "it's from Nichole."

"No it's not."

I look at him in panic.

"Will you read it?"

I nod and take it immediately.

Those who run their mouths will wind up dead.

No no no no no, it's just assuming the worst! She's in the doctors, making a recovery!

I may not live to see our glory.

No mind, she's alive.

But I will gladly join the fight!

No, I'm just assuming!

And when our children tell our story.

She is NOT dead! I know! She's strong!

They'll tell the story of tonight...

No, mind, stop being pessimistic.

Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships, I wish, my Dear Daniels, it might be in my power, by action rather than words, to convince you that I love you.

Don't, Wendy, you're overreacting!

"Read it," Stan says.

"I-I," I say.

I've never struggled to speak. I am great at articulating, but Nichole, oh my Nicole. If she's died I might as well die with. Before I met Stan I-

I am disgusted with every thing in this world but yourself and very few more honest fellows and I have no other wish than as soon as possible to make a brilliant exit.

Shut that out, Wendy, she is not dead! She cannot be dead! I refuse! I refuse her death! She is not yet gone! My dear Nichole is not yet gone! She's too much of a saint!

"On Tuesday the twenty seventh," I start reading.

I fall on the floor just from the formality. It's not.... NO! I refuse! The one time my life has going well one of the reason is GONE!

"Lieutenant Colonel Nichole Daniels was killed," I say.

Stan tries to come to me but I just sigh and shake my head.

Oh America, you great unfinished symphony... she's died for you.

"In a gunfight against the British troops in South Carolina!" I read.

Oh Nichole, you needed to survive just moments! We're free! South Carolina was one of the last fights!

I hardly knew the value you had taught my heart to set upon you.

There is a long silence as Stan and I just look at each other. Then I look at the letter.

"I told her about you," I say.

He nods, listening.

"I was once determined to let my existence and American liberty end together. My Betsey has given me a motive to outlive my pride, I had almost said my honor....," I say.

He looks at me.

"He was so important to me and... Bebe... Sally of course as well but, she mattered to us so much, Bebe and I," i say.

"Continue reading, Love," Stan says, smiling towards me a little.

"These troops had not recieved word from Yorktown that the war was over," i read.

I throw the letter on the floor.

"WHY HADN'T THEY? What the fuck gives them the right to take Ni—?" I say.

Ike starts crying and Stan immediately takes him.

"Read on," he says.

You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent.

Love letters... that's what those were... just like I wrote Stan. Was there more passion in one or are they equal in the amount of affections I shared for the person reading it? Was I in love with one more than the other? Was that even possible that my attraction was shared? Even with Bebe the slightest I would assume... but now, someone I loved maybe more than my husband has gone.... on the other side...

"She's buried here until he's family can send for his remains," I read.

Would Nichole want me to do something in her memory?

I am ready to ask myself what could have put it into my head to hazard this Jeu de folie.

I let out a shaky breath.

"As you may know, Lieutenant Colonel Nichole Daniels was engaged recruiting three thousand people for the first all-black millitary regiment," I read.

We'll never be free until we end slavery.

I have to work for a position where I can do that! For her memory!

But like a jealous lover, when I thought you slighted my caresses, my affection was alarmed and my vanity piqued.

"The surviving members of this regiment have been returned to their masters," I read, ending the letter.

I need a better position! Nichole should have been able to go ahead and take her morals! It is my turn from now on to do such! It's my turn to make my stand! For Nichole and for my legacy! We need to go through this by this, we need to put our feet on the ground for the people who can't as well as ourselves

Tomorrow there'll be more of us.

Indeed, Nichole, indeed. There will be more of us. There will be every kind of more from now on! They won't forget your memory, nor mine.... it's time to rise up... for my dear Nichole.

We all love you sincerely; but I have more of the infirmities of human nature, than the others, and suspect my self of being byassed by my partiality for you.

I have! I completely have! But it's time I get up and stand for her name! For her, for the people who can see! For Stan! For everyone I have loved, even if my disastrous mind has made that number too many.

"Wendy. Are you alright?" Stan asks.

I sigh, taking a look at her and Ike. For my family, for everyone.

"I have so much work to do," I say.

Maybe I can drown out the feelings in it while grief takes me in my way!