Alexandra Hamilton

Wait For It

Burr's POV

Theodosia writes me a letter every day. I'm keeping her bed warm while her husband us away. He's on the British side of Georgia. He's tryna keep the colonies in line. Well he can keep all of Georgia. Theodosia, she's mine.

Love doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes and it takes and it takes. And we keep loving anyway. We laugh and we cry and we break and we make our mistakes. And if there's a reason I'm by her side when so many have tried, then I'm willing to wait for it. I'm willing to wait for it.

I close my eyes and breathe for a moment. I remember my family. My grandfather was a fire and brimstone preacher. He was a wise man, but there are things that the homilies and hymns won't teach ya. My mother was a genius. My father commanded respect. When they died, they left no instructions. Just a legacy to protect. And I swear to God I'll protect it.

Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes and it takes and it takes. I learned that a long time ago. And we keep living anyway. We rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes. And if there's a reason I'm still alive when everyone who loves me has died, I'm willing to wait for it. I'm willing to wait for it.

Wait for it. I have to keep telling myself. I am the one thing in life I can control. I am inimitable. I am an original. I'm not falling behind or running late. I'm not standing still. I am lying in wait. I have to constantly remind myself of these things when life gets me down. It's the only way to keep myself from snapping. But these past few years it's been so hard to stay calm. We're at war with the British, everyone is so angry all the time, I have a headache named Alexandra Hamilton that's always there for some reason.

Alexandra Hamilton crosses my mind. She's bold, witty and righteous. She kind of reminds me of my mother. No. I shake my head to get the thought out of my mind. My mother was never arrogant. My mother had class. She always knew when it was time to be quiet.

Hamilton faces an endless uphill climb. She has something to prove. She has nothing to lose. Hamilton's pace is relentless. She wastes no time. What is it like in her shoes?

I spend a lot of time pondering the mystery that is Alexandra Hamilton, and I think I understand. Hamilton doesn't hesitate. She exhibits no restraint. She takes and she takes and she takes. And she keeps winning anyway. She changes the game, plays and she raises the stakes. And if there's a reason she seems to thrive when so few survive, then goddammit, I'm willing to wait for it. I'm willing to wait for it. Because she's gonna set the world on fire. And whether that's a good or bad thing, I don't care. I just wanna see it happen.

Life doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes and it takes and it takes. And we keep living anyway. We rise, we fall. And if there's a reason I'm still alive when so many have died, I'm willing to-

I snap out of this trance that I'm in. All is quiet, which is rare in New York. I continue my walk home, fully aware of my surroundings. But the words ring in my head. Wait for it.