Hamilton one shots

𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 〖𝗃𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗌〗

I'm not going to tell you anything heheheh

I'm tired. I'm tired of my heart beating. I'm tired of longing for things I can't have. it hurts. it all hurts. you said it would get better. you said we were best friends. that wasn't enough. it was never enough. I'm tired of feeling selfish. And I'm tired of wanting you, James Madison. You're the only thing keeping me alive.. it's like you're my oxygen. and it hurts. It hurts when you give me words of encouragement that i know are fake. I'm ugly. I'm stupid. you say I'm perfect. you're lying. I guess the purpose of this letter is to say goodbye. I'm going to miss you. but it's for the best. I should go. I can't take the pain anymore. It feels like a knife going through my chest every single time I see you and her. By the time you read this I'll be dead. it always hurts less when you're dead, that's what I've heard anyway. I'm so sorry James.. I'm sorry I have to leave you.
~ Thomas

That's all it said. that can't be all it said- James frantically turned the note over in his hands. When he saw nothing else, not even an 'joking!' Or 'just kidding!', Thomas was always one to joke about this type of thing.
no. Nonononono-
James shoved his feet into the shoes that were thankfully pretty close. He didn't even bother putting on a coat, he just rushed outside and ran to Thomas's house. So, so thankful that it was so close. He took the key Thomas had gotten him out, unlocking it as quickly as possible and rushing in.

the scent of blood was faint, but James could smell it nonetheless, most likely due to his extreme nerves. "Thomas!?" James called, the living room looked normal, so did the kitchen, the downstairs bathroom, the corridor leading up to the stairs, guest bedroom, upstairs bathroom and the office  (another spare bedroom with a desk, couch, coffee maker and computer). That left Thomas's bedroom. James opened the door and the smell of blood hit him almost instantly. The first thing he saw was a knife, covered in blood and lying on the floor. James stepped in. and screamed.

Screamed the loudest he had ever screamed and dropped onto his knees over the dead body of Thomas Jefferson. tears flooded out of his eyes like waterfalls, "...Thomas please-.." is all he can muster the strength to say. Thomas was covered in cuts, the biggest being across his throat, so deep you can see the bones. James placed his head on thomas's chest. No heartbeat. Thomas was gone. Thomas was gone and there was no getting him back. James rapped his arms around him. "I love you- I love you so much.."