This World Is Wide Enough

The Truth...

PREPARE FOR SOME ANGST!

As every song progressed, Aaron felt more and more uncomfortable, and Alexander was growing quick to notice. Every song would have disturbing flashes that felt like they were erupting the ground. Hamilton grew more attentive to the details and pointed some things out

I'm Alexander Hamilton, I'm at your service sir, I have been looking for you!

I'm getting nervous...

"Huh. Sounds...familiar, right?" Alex grinned, turning to Aaron as he recalled their conversation went the exact same way. The other responded with a curt nod, allowing memories to overcome him. He wanted nothing more than to disappear and not exist. They were now in act two, and Barnes began to familiarize everything before him. 

This did happen. And he could remember it clearly. The most part of the musical was fine, he could see the pure jealousy in Burr's eyes, and see that it was rather reasonable. He could see how his efforts and him waiting for everything got him no where, not much further at least. He couldn't bare the fact to say he killed Alexander. He couldn't even imagine himself killing him. The flashes did that for him, constantly attacking him and making him retraumatized by seeing the dead man, his eyes were not visible, his smile and the blood a blur.

Until they got to The World Was Wide Enough. 

One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine
There are ten things you need to know (number one!)We rowed across the Hudson at dawn
My friend, William P. Van Ness signed on as my (number two!) 

Aaron remembered almost immediately: 

We rode across the Hudson at dawn. I await for Alexanders arrival, as I feel William P Van Ness's disappointed gaze.

"Aaron...don't do this. It won't end up good on your career."

"My actions aren't of your concern."

Hamilton arrived with his crew
Nathaniel Pendleton and a doctor that he knew (number three!)

Alexander flinched, feeling another flash, the figure standing with his gun, a heartless expression, it's hard to tell considering his eyes are not visible. He could remember Nathaniel trying to convince him that this was not the way the duel was done. Glancing at Aaron, he saw the stoned face, an expression he never saw him wear. It was as if...as if it was the same person standing with the gun. No...no, they're practically dating! Aaron poured his heart out to him mere hours ago and their hands are still intertwined. He recalled his thoughts

I was going to die at his hands. I looked up at Burr, hoping to see some sort of softness, or remorse. His tall figure was covered in black, it's not in his political interest to kill me. I wish I could understand him, I knew about his past. I knew about his wife's slow and painful death. I wish I could talk to him. I felt like he could understand me, and I could understand him. But who I saw wasn't my friend Aaron Burr...it was a figure who was blinded by pain and anger. I walk towards him, his eyes glaring in a dead, emotionless manner. 

I watched Hamilton examine the terrain
I wish I could tell you what was happening in his brain
This man has poisoned my political pursuits!
Most disputes die and no one shoots (number four!)

"Burr...call this off. we shouldn't do this, let's talk..."

"You agreed to this. We're finishing this now, everything you did to me...will end now."

Aaron squeezed his eyes shut, remembering the fury that had coursed through him. Recalling the way he spoke emotionlessly and heavily. He could have stopped himself--why didn't he? Why did he have to KILL his friend? If only he could show that--that person--that murderer--that Alexander was so much more to him now...