Hamilton's POV
Well.. I can confirm that I am getting worse each day. I don't think I'll have the strength to escape again. Which means I'm stuck here. Where I'm going to die. Well, it couldn't hurt to ask Laf again.
"Laf... Why am I here?"
"Well.... We don't know. You're very zick, but we don't know why. Zats why we did not tell you anyzing. I'm sorry." (Oof the I'm sorry made me sad. Peter!)
Well... That confirms it. I don't think I'm going to get better. I hope, I really do, that Mr. Washington actually loved me at least a bit, and will visit me before I die. I hope Eliza comes too. But I know she will. I know she loves me.
Sorry it's so short im tired and I've got a lot to do tomorrow.
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YEETMAS
Fanfictiona story that will make you yell "YEET" (it will last longer than Christmas)
