The World Was Wide Enough [Hamilton Oneshot]

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 Aaron Burr - Alexander's first friend and enemy. The two had a duel today. They rowed across the Hudson river in New Jersey with their seconds; William P. Vanness and Nathaniel Pendleton. Alexander also brought the doctor that he knew with him.

Once the men have arrived to shore, they stepped off and got things ready.

Alexander examined the terrain as if he were a man on a mission. Aaron, on the other hand, didn't seem too ready for the duel. Alexander is a tough man with a marksman ability, meanwhile Aaron is nothing close to that.

Alexander looked rather uneasy after looking around the vast land before him. Aaron would swear that he noticed Alexander almost shedding a tear. "We're in the same spot his son died, is that why?" He thought to himself. Well, Aaron was right.

A year ago, Philip Hamilton - Alexander's oldest son - had got himselfinto duel with a man named George Eacker. George was that year's fourth of July public speaker. Philip heard George trashtalk about Alexander during his speech, and being a Hamilton with pride - he couldn't help but take revenge on George. Although as Philip took his revenge, George took his life in exchange. Many things have happened because of Philip's death, to say the least.

Aaron watched as Alexander methodically played with the trigger of his gun. He inhaled sharply as he called in their seconds to see if they can set the record straight. But unfortunately, it seems like it's time for the real duel to begin.

William and Nathaniel moved away to clear the battlefield, while as the doctor turned around and faced the other way so he can have deniability.

Aaron and Alexander prepared for the duel. The two looked at each other with piercing gazes, summoning all the courage that they require. With a count to ten, they stepped away from each other. As the counting striked to ten, they both turned around and Aaron took the first shot.

With that first shot, it felt like everything around them paused. Time stopped and reality faded. Alexander froze in stupefication as he jerked his head around seeing how everything felt like a fever dream. The bullet froze, Aaron froze - everything looked and felt so surreal.

"I imagine death so much it feels like a memory," words escaped from Alexander's mouth which felt like a whisper. "Is this where it gets me...? On my feet, several feet ahead of me?" He asked himself. Alexander narrowed his eyes at the frozen bullet. "I see it coming," He utters out. "Do I run or fire my gun or let it be?!"

Alexander heard nothing but only the sound of his own voice. There was no beat. There was no melody. He turned his eyes to Aaron Burr; his first friend, his enemy - maybe the last face that he'll ever see. 'If he throws away his shot, is this how the world will remember him?' - this anxious thought flooded into Alexander's mind. "What if this bullet is my legacy?" He thought to himself.

Legacy! And there, he thought: "What is a legacy?"

It's planting seeds in a garden you would never get to see. Alexander wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for him. America, a great unfinished symphony - it was what sent for him!

They let him make a difference; a place where even orphan immigrants can leave their fingerprints and rise up. "I'm running out of time! I'm running, and my time's up! Wise up! Eyes up!" Alexander subconciously kept muttering to himself as his eyes trailed up to the sky.

Alexander catches a glimpse of the other side.

He can see John Laurens leading a soldiers' chorus on the other side. His son, Philip, is on the other side. He's with Alexander's mother on the other side. George Washington on the other side!

Alexander was set to leave this world but what about his job? What about his fame? His friends? His family? His life? "Teach me how to say goodbye!" He cried out.

Rise up... Rise up... Rise up...

An image of a fair young lady with flowing black hair, fair skin, rosy cheeks, and that beautiful baby blue dress - emerges into the scene - it was none other than Eliza, Alexander's loving wife.

Alexander sheds a tear as he cracks a smile, caressing Eliza's cheeks. "My love," He calls softly. "Take your time. I'll see you on the other side..." He glances back to those whom he loved yet passed away. They all smiled proudly at him, with beer mugs in hand.

Alexander let out a soft chuckle. He felt himself being brought back to reality again, as if nothing ever happened. Maybe this was the sign he was looking for - the push he needed to know that it was finally time to let go.

"Raise a glass to freedom..." He utters out in a rather sing-song manner, tears trickling down his bloodshot eyes as he cracks another smile; knowing that this will be enough and that he will be satisfied....

Alexander aimed his pistol at the sky!

"WAIT!!" Aaron cried out as he watched the bullet that he shot go straight into Alexander's chest. Blood bursted out of the shot wound as Alexander subconciously relinquished his gun and fell to the ground.

"I shot him right in between his ribs..." Aaron muttered under his breath. He didn't mean for this to happen. He thought that Alexander would immediately shoot back as well which would mean that his bullet would just hit Alexander by the shoulder, but it seems like his calculation was wrong.

Aaron tried to scurry over to Alexander, but he was ushered away as he was forced hop back into the boat and travel back to the mainland.

Afterwards, the first thing he did was go to the local bar and grab himself a drink. He looked down at his glass and frowned. His early memories with the man he just slaughtered engulfed him whole. He heard wailing in the streets as people began hearing word about the death of Alexander Hamilton.

Aaron felt a tap on the shoulder. He turned his glance to who did so and it made him jolt - he saw an image of young Alexander smiling zealously at him, but it turns out that it was just his mind messing with him. Instead, it was someone he knew.

"You better hide, Burr." The man advised, sternly.

Aaron nodded sorrowfully as a response.

Aaron finished up his drink and sneaked home, closing up every window and making sure that there will be no evidence that will be found that he is in his house. A few hours later, he hear about Angelica and Eliza being right beside Alexander when he died.

Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes, and it takes, and it takes... History obliterates in every picture it paints. Aaron was well-aware that it will paint him and all of his mistakes, and that he would go down in history as the man who murdered one of the founding fathers of the United States of America; nothing more and nothing less.

Aaron laid drape on his bed, a flashback of the moment when Alexander aimed at the sky crashed into his mind to haunt him even more. Alexander may have been the first one to die but Aaron was the one who paid for it.

Aaron cupped his face with his hands. "I survived, but I payed for it..." He cried out. He knew that because of this, he is a villain in, not only America's history, but in the world's history. Internationally, he will be known to be a vile man all for this one crime.

Aaron was too young and blind to see the truth.

"I should have known," He muttered under his breath.

"The world was wide enough for both Hamilton and me..."

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