Maybe saying goodbye can lead to a hello

chapter two

Thomas P.O.V

"Are you even listening to me?!" I heard the small man screaming at me. Of course I wasn't listening to the short man. "No Hamilfag I wasn't listening to your stupid problems!" Hamilton was quiet for a really long time, but it didn't scare me.

After a while of listening to his breathing, I got really annoyed at his empty mind. "Well since you don't have any to say, Hamilton, I'm leaving." I hung up the phone and made my way to the kitchen.

Martha used to bake so many sweet treats just to satisfy my sweet tooth, but in reality, I only needed to kiss her to satisfy everything. She was my angel and now that she's gone, who am I? I'll tell you who I am, I'm nothing without my dear Martha.

I felt the tears slipping past my face like roaring waterfalls, so I stopped thinking about everything. About Martha, Hamilton, and even taking care of myself. Tomorrow is the day I have to go back to work up in New York and I was not ready at all.

"I could just tell Washington that I'm not feeling to good." I mumbled to myself and shook my head. "Then again, he wouldn't know how it feels to loose someone so damn close." After a while of just talking to myself, I felt angry and even more sad.

"Martha wouldn't care about me anymore anyways. I'm surprised she didn't signed divorce papers!" I screamed into a broken house while falling onto the floor that we used to share. "She would look at me and told me that I'm to weak to even go see her in her last moment!" I was a bad person and I knew it.

Crying lasted for hours until my body just had enough of the pain and passed out in the kitchen. I hope that Martha is happier without me.

Alexander's P.O.V

"The hell was his problem?" I mumbled to Lafayette who just shrugged. "I do not know, mon ami, but maybe he is having a bad time?" The thought passed my mind and then a laugh escaped my lips. "Oh please Laf! The man has so much money he could buy a better day. Besides, he doesn't know what a bad day truly is. That man doesn't know pain when he sees it!" I yelled at the French man and took a drink from the whiskey bottle. "Lex! Do not drink from the bottle! Plus, I think Hercules licked the whole bottle as a dare once."

That's what made me throw up in the sink. "Wh-why!?" I growled at the Frenchmen as he even dared letting me touch that bottle. "Well, mon ami, I thought it would be funny if you wouldn't know but I'm sure you didn't want to French kiss the man." That bastard winked at me! Like, oh I knew you didn't want spit and whatever Hercules has in his mouth, on your own hand! Funny isn't what I'd like to call this.

After a while of talking to Lafayette and sending him off, I was all alone in my house. "I guess I can start back on those papers." I mumbled softly to myself and began walking down the hall and into my office. Walking into the office, I quickly got seated and began working but something was lingering in my mind. No, someone was in my mind. I thought it was Laurens but I remember what happened to him during the war.

In the war I had everything to lose. My friends, my love, and even Washington who I feared may never make it out of this war. My fear only worsened when Laurens gave me his hair tie. "Whatever happens to me, hold this and please never forget me." Forget him? I could never forget my love. I simply just nodded and we held eachtother that night, feeling broken but loved. The next day, however, Laurens was one of the first ones to get shot. I never felt so broken down then the day I lost my momma.

Shaking my head at the old memories, I realized it wasn't Laurens who was swimming in my mind it was-

The phone cut off my train of thought and I picked it up with caution. "Lafayette.." I breathed out and answered to hear a very panicked voice. "Mon ami! Thank god! I need your help! Hurcules asked me to go to a dinner by ourselves!" Hearing the man so scared, I laughed softly and shook my head. "I say go for it! What do you have to lose?" After a while the man was quiet and lost in thought, so I picked up again. "And besides, you call me and complain about your undefining love for him!" Lafayette laughed and let out a quick breath. "Ok ok! Thank you mon ami!" He hung up and left me alone to my past thoughts

I couldn't write anything, I couldn't sleep, hell I couldn't even pick up my phone to call the man I was thinking about! But why? Why was he the only thing in my mind? "He sounded so defeated. It's just so weird." I mumbled out into the dark ink room. Why do I care about the man all of a sudden? I don't and that's that! Trying to force my eyes closed, I began to worry about Jefferson.

"Stupid Jefferson!" I hissed out and sat up on the bed. "Oh look at me I'm Jefferson! I sound so bad even though I probably just broke something! Ehh" I said in the worst southern accent I could muster up. Jefferson was so damn weak that he didn't show up the past week or more, and over what? I don't know but this man better get his act together before I go to Washington. I'm sure Washington already knows that Jefferson has been gone but why? Maybe Washington doesn't even know.

With those thoughts running wild in mind, I soon passed out thinking about the worse man in the world.