𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 // Hamilton

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Alexander Hamilton had a passion for speaking.

Speaking was what had allowed him to say his mind, to make a stand, to branch out, to keep adding more to his evergrowing legacy.

It lit him with a spark, the same spark that writing lit in him.

But it was different.

Many people would not bother to read hundreds of pages, yet countless would rise up at his words in eagerness and anticipation.

Even though his speaking was just his writing, alive.

It was easier, you could say. 

Speaking and writing were the simple joys that had brought Alexander Hamilton out of his roughest moments. Lifted him from the grave that loomed at the edge of his vision every time he closed his eyes. Gave him purpose.

Yes, Alexander Hamilton had a passion for speaking.

There was never a moment you could find him without words, not a moment speechless.

Until the hurricane came.

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Welp, here it comes, another story that I shall (hopefully) get to make, if I can fight off procrastination!

I've definitely heard a lot of Hamilton songs before, but for the main part I literally just watched this video

and boom, I'm now a Hamilton fan :)

Thank all of you for even coming to this book in the first place! I hope y'all will enjoy this book; I know I will!

Feel free to let me know your opinions and what you think I should do for the book; while I do have many ideas myself, I always love reading your comments!（⌒▽⌒）

(I might end up putting in some Jamilton because,,,,,, yes)

P.S. I still feel really bad about not updating my AshWing story nearly often enough, so imma try to update that soon. Sorry again! Hope all of you amazing readers have a snazzy day :D