More Than Just A Friend (Hamilton Fan-fiction) *Completed*

Chapter 20 - eLiZa...i put my self back in the narrative

I feel the comfortable sheets against my back, my many friends and family surrounding me. Have I done enough? Can I finally let go? They're all smiling and crying. "You're going to join them soon..." One says. I recall all that I did in these past years. I helped raise awareness for shootings after Philip and Alexander died. I raised funds and started petitions to save the Washington Monument when they tried to tear it down. I spoke out for equality and joined many activist groups. I look at the many sweet children surrounding me. My best achievement: The orphanage. I started a orphanage in New York city. I helped raise hundreds of children, and I got to see them all grow up. I smile at them, looking into their eyes. I see Alexander...oh I can't wait to see him again. It's only a matter of - 

I touch the hand gently as it reaches out to me. 98. I was 98 when I died. But as I appear in this odd blinding place, I feel so much younger. I start crying as I hug my sisters. I cry harder as I hug my baby...Philip! "Mom!" He laughs as we collapse on the ground. John helps me up. "You're an amazing women, Eliza." He pauses, then points to someone in the back...Alexander. I smile at him as I walk over. He takes my hand...

We silently walk forward until a blinding light comes up. As it clears away, I gasp. A theatre full of people clapping...around me so many other people. Alexander is gone and in his place...some one else who looks sort of like him. That man told Alexander's story...he told my story.

Haha cheesy ending but this book is finally done! AHHH. And just in time for me to run out of creative ideas so I just stole a scene from the musical. WOOO