Charles knocks on the Schuyler's door. I feel my hands get all clammy.
"Are you okay?" Charles asks. "If you don't feel good, we can go home."
I shake my head. "I'm alright." A blatant lie, but if I tell him the truth he'll think I'm crazy. I zone out and hear Charles say something and the next thing I know, I'm sitting at a table with the sisters.
"Uhm... good afternoon!" I say with a forced smile. "How have you been? We haven't talked like this in a while."
"Oh we've been good, how have you been?" Angelica says. Eliza and Angelica look angry, probably because of the thing with Alex.
"Not so good, my father decided to come without any notice," I responded. Charles wasn't with us, so I could say whatever I want. I'm gonna tell Eliza... I don't deserve him.. she does.. "Hey Eliza... I know you're mad at me, but I didn't mean for everything with him to happen. Uhh... what I'm trying to say is.. you can have him... you'll be a better wife than me.. and even if it hurts.. I don't care, I just want to see you guys happy. That's all I want."
I look down and feel tears prick at the corner of my eyes. I feel arms wrap around me. "I wasn't mad at you [Y/N], but... thank you. I'll make sure he's happy." Eliza replies.
Tears fall down my face. "Thank you." I don't deserve his love. She does. I'm sorry DeDe... I know you said he'll wait, but he won't, because our love was in a moment of desperation, it wasn't real. But if it wasn't real, why does it hurt so damn much? "It's for the best..." I add on. I cry into who I assume is Elizas shoulder.
"Please don't cry... It's going to be alright," She says. Is it? It doesn't feel like it. No. It is. It was meant to be this way, it was always meant to be this way. I stop crying. Eliza pulls away from me.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry... that was so informal of me... sorry again.." I apologize about 3 more times when Peggy puts her hand on my shoulder.
"There's nothing to be sorry about!" Peggy smiles at me and my heart jumps. I cough and take a sip of my tea. It doesn't matter. Love isn't real, my emotions and my friends are all just temporary... everything's... temporary... I don't deserve any of this...
But if it's not real, why does it hurt so damn much?
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One of Those Rubbish Brits. [Alexander Hamilton X Reader][COMPLETED]
Fanfiction[Y/N], Daughter of King George III, who got sent to America for unspecified reasons. Sent with many guards, many people hate her. But can someone like her to the point of loving her? Well one man can, one very important man. This one is more serious...