• Still Waiting For It • Reader X Aaron Burr

Chapter 11: The Paris of my Childhood (1)

Okay, holy freaking... I just can't..... This may have been a while back by the time but... from what I see... #1 IN THE ENTIRE CATEGORY OF HAMILTONTHEMUSICAL! If you check, there are thousands of stories out there. I'm not sure if this is correct but thank you so much for supporting my story! PS, can someone please check for me? I don't trust myself... This is unbelievable (Edit: Checking, I found it dropped to #3 but I'm so thrilled it has been so successful! Thank you for supporting the story!)

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A small boy stared out at the sapphire-blue sky. He was shy on the subject of religion but he hoped that his parents would watch over him as he began his journey to a new land.... France.
    The night was mostly quiet except for his grandfather urging the horses to continue their breathless trot. He had recently had a religious awakening, became a fire and brimstone preacher and now he was traveling Europe to preach the word of God. The young boy, who was named Aaron, looked upon France's fine vineyards. He was passing a well known vineyard, known for its incredible wines. Aaron struggled with French so he was unable to pronounce the name but it was something French...
    A white blur caught his eye. A young girl was running through the vineyard, her white dress flashing in the pale moon. Her (H/L), (H/C) hair blowing in the freezing wind. Why was she running outside? Aaron assumed she was playing. As soon as he blinked, the carriage passed the field.

Y/N's POV

Run. Must. Keep. Running. He's so close to catching me. I must keep running, no matter what. Please..

    I duck behind a bale of hay and take cover when I get a reasonable distance away. I see my father collapse to the ground, tears streaming down his red cheeks. He's so close, close enough I can smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I can change... I was just so angry. Please, give me another chance."

    Against my forgiving nature, I stay hidden. He's lied too much over the years. Trust is a brick wall and lies are the boulders hurled at it. Eventually, it will crumble. He continues sobbing like a small child.

    "I know, you shouldn't forgive me," he sobs, "you took everything from me though. You took Edna when you were born... She was my love and you murdered her.. WHERE ARE YOU, (Y/N)?!"

    He plods off and I sneak off to the distant hill so I can see where I'm going. The nearby city of Calais is nearby. I can get up to some mischief there..