Hamilton one shots ;p

I need you by my side. Forever.

Jeffmads
Angst into extreme fluff.
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Thomas Jefferson came home in tears, which was rare for him.

His parents were known my his friend and boyfriend to be two of the most toxic people on the face of the earth, but this time really took the cake.

He found himself laughing through the tears as he recalled what they said to him.

"Thomas youre a disgrace. We wanted a strong man to carry on the family legacy and instead we get some...some freak."

"Why are you with men? Why are they with you? That James man probably is just to shy to get away from you. You never knew how to take no for an answer."

"I wish you were more like your father. God, where did I go wrong?!"

"James must hate you."

Out of all the horrible things they had told him, the last one stuck most.

"James must hate you"

James must hate him.

James hates him.

It felt true. Thomas recalled all the times James got annoyed, how Thomas often took jokes too far, was too persistent, pushed too hard.

He was a burden to everyone he loved.

He loved his parents, and they despise him. He didnt want James to grow to despise him.

So he soon found himself in the bathroom, staring at the cabinet full of pills.

He didnt think. He didnt feel. He just watched as his hand reached up, picking up the bottle of tylenol and pouring out as many that could fit in his cupped palm. He tossed the bottle on the counter, the remaining pills spilling out and the cap rolling around before falling to the floor.

He poured them into his mouth, sipping the tap water. He got water all over his shirt and in his hair, but only half of him really noticed. He swallowed the lump with a little effort, rummaging around for something else.

He found hydrogen peroxide, and took a swig of it, squeezing his eyes tightly shut.

"Tastes like battery acid.." he mumbled, tossing the half full bottle on the floor, not caring the way it spilled over the floor.

Thomas felt a strange feeling in his chest, and started coughing into his fost When he finally stopped he realized blood was dripping from his mouth and on his hand.

He didnt have it in himself to care, so he just slipped to the floor, his hand smearing a trail of blood on the  cabinet.

At the laat moment Thomas remembered he needed to write a note and stumbled outside of the bathroom, his vision blurring and his joints weak.

He stumbled around, before finding a pen and paper. It took all his focus, but he pulled himself together enough to write down everything.

'James.

Im sorry. Dont hate me.

You were born for great things, more than what I can handle. I dont want to hold you back anymore.

I dont want to have to watch you grow to despise me for it.

Im freeing both of us.

Im sorry.

Dont hate me.

T'

He smiled, setting down the note and gulping as his head knocked back against the wall. He sat there against the wall, feeling his heart rate faster and faster.