The Death Of Me {Jamilton}

One Equals Sorrow, Or Perhaps, Hamilton Equals Sorrow

{A/N: So the song above is extremely sad, it's Dear by Cavetown, however, I one love the song and two believe that this is a song that really encapsulates how our little Alexander is most certainly going to be feeling. Sorry not sorry.}

{Thomas's POV}

I watched Hamilton get out of the car, he seemed tired, but then again, he was taking care of a mother who was certain that she was going to die, beyond a shadow of a doubt, her life was over. From the one meeting, I could tell she loved him, as any good mother should, but with the fact that she'd accepted her death, that meant that she wasn't trying to keep herself alive any longer... Perhaps I shouldn't be pondering over this so much, I wasn't even supposed to know what was happening with his mother, I only did because she'd been doing worse and he needed to get to the hospital quicker than his legs could take him. Maybe I was thinking about it because both of my parents are always at work, I get it, they're supporting a large family, but they both have good jobs, it's just a matter of the fact that even when they are home, they're still working, Rachel, however, was clearly a good mother who just wanted the best for her son, and wished she could be there for achievements she knew she was going to miss. The point was, Alexander had an amazing mother, and she was withering away in front of him. I'd be tired too.

Actually, getting this small bit of background info on Alexander's life, I was suddenly understanding more why Alex acted the way he did, he was tired, overworked, stressed... I had to help take care of some of my younger siblings, however, I never had to work two jobs, take care of a sick parent, while still maintaining my straight A grades. I'd be snappy too!

I will certainly admit that it was strange to actually be feeling sympathetic for this guy, but I'm no sociopath. Every hint I managed to get just revealed to me that Alexander Hamilton was a tightly wrapped enigma, with a bit of an ego--even if I was feeling some sorrow for him, I wasn't going to discount his ego and attitude--I wasn't sure I'd solve the mystery that was Alexander any time soon, but for the sake of that sweet woman, I did want to give helping him a shot, besides, we'd already had our deal of me helping him standing before I was requested to help him.

I glanced at Mr. Washington as I entered his classroom, then at the board, he was writing on, I didn't have a debate scheduled today, other people still had their debate project to do, which Alex and I had already done.

I took a seat, and pulled out my phone, biting a tiny bit at my bottom lip as I searched.

Hurricane St. Kitts And Nevis

It brought up several results, but after some skimming, it seemed to boil down to the basic point that not all that long ago, about a year or so ago, there were two category five hurricanes that ravaged the poor small island. Was this what Hamilton had meant when he said With A Side Of Hurricane? If so, I could understand that there would be trauma related to experiencing something like that, but he seemed extremely defensive over it, I guess you could snap out of just plain fear, but that didn't sound like Alexander, so I was wondering if there was something more buried there. I wouldn't get to learn this, however, at least not yet, because I knew that just asking wasn't going to pull anything from the silent arrogant genius.

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Classes were quick, normal, nothing had changed from a regular day other than my thoughts, I walked towards the cafeteria, texting my friend James--Jemmy as I called him--he was questioning why I had been talking with Alexander more when just a month ago we'd often rant to each other about our grievances with the guy.

A thought suddenly came to mind, something perhaps I could do that would help a bit, in the way that I was wanting to help.

Jimmy Jemmy | 12:32 PM
I just don't get it, Tommy, you hate the guy