Maybe saying goodbye can lead to a hello

chapter one

3rd person POV

It was a cold night in Monticello and the skies looked so dark than what it used to look like when the stars shined brightly. "Funny isn't it?" A tall man whispered softly into the cold air. He didn't feel to well on this day and he didn't want anything but his dear wife. "It's funny how you were in my arms one night but slipped out the next." The tall man felt tears fall down like rushing waterfalls yet they feel like they're going slow. "I miss you my dear Martha." Thomas sobbed out into the night snow and shivered roughly as he looked up.

It was only a week ago when Martha died. She was in Virginia when she got the sudden cold. She tried calling Thomas when she first got a fever but he just to busy with Hamilton's shenanigans to answer, and boy did he felt like an asshole. When the fluffy haired man saw the missing call he instantly called her back. When he got the news from Martha herself, he quickly left the building and made his way back to his loving wife. When he got there, however, she was already at the hospital waiting for him to arive.

"Even though we're saying goodbye," She interrupted herself by coughing roughly. "It's easier to say hello." That smile that brought Thomas so much life and hope, brought him fear and death.

He shook his head at the memories. The man has been gone for a week and even though that would be fine when things like this happens, he never told Washington that he was leaving in the first place. He looked down at the snow as it shines brightly thanks to the bright moon. Thomas used to love the snow and the weird feeling it caused him to have, but now it's like the snow was laughing at him and just calling him names. It was never the same as it was in New York. No, New York was filled in with snow and it was to Jefferson's lower calves.

Snow. It sounds like a curse word burning into Thomas skins as he remembered the memories of Martha in the snow. She seemed so happy and care free. "Come join me, dear!" She cried out to him with joy and playfulness. "I can't right now Martha. I'm sorry." Her joyful face dropping into a frown. "What happened to us?"

That struck Thomas back into reality. The words replaying in his mind as the world crashed down onto him. Breathing became a struggle as he tried to collect himself. Just a week ago Martha called him and he didn't answer. "I want one last call please." "I'm sorry but the person you're trying to reach can't come to the phone right now. Please leave a message after the beep." A loud voice said before an even louder beep. Thomas jumped at the sound and took out his phone. He had called Hamilton by accident. Why did he have Hamilton's phone number? The small man and the virginian giant was doing a project together because of Washington. They gave each other their phone numbers to keep in touch during the project. He was going to delete it but instead set it as one of his emergency calls only because the small man wouldn't care if he was in an accident. Thankfully, Hamilton didn't answer the accident call that Thomas gave, but for some reason he was a little sad that the other didn't answer. Soon all the cold air that he has been refusing to pay attention to has hit him with its icy breath. He shivered roughly as the icy roots of the wind burrowed deep into his skin, filling him up with nothing but a freezing gust of wind. The man stood up as he couldn't handle the sparkling snow that blinds him with their taunting lights. Thomas left the porch and walked back into the warm building that used to bring so much energy and hope with every thought of having a child with his dear Martha. The two did thought about kids before Thomas left to New York to do his job.

"What about these names? Beverly, Harriet, Madison, or Eston? I think I like Beverly and Eston." She paused for a quick moment. "What do you think?"

The memory left as soon as it came. "They're all lovely names, Martha." He whispered softly into the warm walls as the tall man started weeping. "They're going to be lovely!" He screamed out into the night snow as he hit the wall. "Just-," He sniffled softly as the tears now flooded his face. "Just like you."

After an hour of sobbing, a familiar ring filled the house. "Martha?" Thomas whispered softly. "Is that you?" The faint whisper filled the emptiness when the phone stopped. After a split second, he began to think the ringing will never come back to him but thankfully it did. He grabbed the phone quickly when it started ringing again. Looking down at the bright light that filled the darkness, the name Alexander Hamilton filled the screen. 'What does this short bastard want?' The Virginian thought as he answered. "Hello?" The shakiness of his voice filled the quiet line of static. "Jefferson," The other man said in a more quiet and hushed voice. It was almost a few minutes until the static broke the younger one out of his silence. Thomas stopped listening when he said Jefferson. The man didn't care about what Hamilton had to say to him or if anyone was worried. He was fine! Right? That's what the Virginian thought at least. "Are you even listening to me!?"