Hamilton one shots ;p

til death do us part

-Ghost au.
-jamilton.
-only tj can see/feel ghost ham
-tj=dom, ah=switch
--if anyone knows umbrella academy, im sorta playing with the concept of klaus' power.
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*timtom pov*
The alcohol burns as it goes down, making me squint my eyes. I still order more, desperate to forget it for even a few hours.

Forget....that hes gone now.

As the bartender sets down the shots, I pull out my phone and open up my gallery. I know i shouldnt....i dont want to cry in public. But i just need to see his face.

I open up the album dedicated to him and smile, despite the ache in my heart.

I scroll through, looking at pictures of him sleeping, or snapchat selfies, or when we went to the carnival.

I open a picture of us at the beach,  and feel my heart twang as I remember that day.

It was ungodly hot, and my hair was frizzing. He kept laughing, but I didnt mind. He always did have the best laugh.

I remember he was afraid of the ocean, afraid of swimming, and water. So, after he told me to, I carried him in slowly, and made sure to hold him tightly while we waded. I remember how tightly he held onto my body. How i kissed him to take his mind off the water.

"We look so hot in that one." I hear in my head.

Thats wierd. I wasnt thinking that way, but I suppose my subconsious was.

I finish up my last shot, sliding off the bar stool and walking to the door.

I walk towards the curb, hailing a cab.

Soon enough, a cab pulls over and I walk over.

"Evenin sir." The driver says as I get into the cab, ducking my head.

"How are you doing?" I hear.

"I'm fine" I respond. The drivers head pops up, and he looks confused. 

"Whats that, son?"

"I said 'I'm fine.'" I repeat, a bit louder.

"Wierd kid." I hear him mumble.
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The cab pulls up to my house, and I slowly get out, stumbling over my feet.

"Thanks" i mumble, hanging the driver a 20. He nods, before pulling away.

I slowly walk up to my doorstep, dragging my feet along the gravel.

"Thomas" i hear.

I spin around, but see no one. Who said that? Concerned, I walk into my house at a faster pace, practically jogging.

Once inside, I click the door closed and slide down onto the floor, leaning my head aginst the wooden door frame.

I pull out my phone again, checking the time.

My lock screen greets me. Its him.

Its bittersweet. I dont want to be...so sad, everytime i open my phone. But somehow changing the lockscreen would be like pushing him out.

So i just stare at the picture. We're under covers, and he's kissing my cheek. My heart twangs, looking at how happy we both seem.

"Why did you have to leave, Alex? Dont you know I cant do shit without you?" I mumble out loud to the empty house, wiping my face with my hands.

"Oh thomas" i hear. This is starting to scare me.

Who is following me? Are they in my house?

"I'm still here, Thomas." The voice says.

I look around, but no one is in my house.

"Whos there?" I call out, trying my best to sound strong and threatening.