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The Colors
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A mistake from years ago left Alexander furious with Thomas, he never planned to forgive him. But then the colors showed up and changed everything. You know the drill, I don't own Hamilton or the characters used, I just made the plot.
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"I dont love you!" Thomas yelled, dropping the sweet act. "All of this?! It was a set up! All I needed was information, when and where your next raid was. The police patterns and what they looked for. You never...you never meant anything to me!" I stared up at him, tears collecting under my eyes. "But...but you..." Thomas reached for me. "Alexander I'm so sor-" I took a step back, balling my fists. If this was a set up, then that meant I knew nothing about the man in my house. That...that made him a threat. "Leave." Thomas glanced at my face, down to my hands, and back up to meet my eyes. Some sort of...acceptance falling over his features. "I'll see you around, Lex." I shook my head, biting my lip. "Hopefully not. Cause after this-" I pursed my lips as I stared Thomas down. "-after this. You are once again one of the most wanted men in the city. I will have no choice but to turn you in." Thomas nodded, turning towards the door. "Goodbye, Alexander." I stared at his back, now letting the tears stream freely down my face. I wasn't going to say goodbye. I couldn't, because that would mean I had accepted letting him go...and I hadn't. He sighed and opened the door, walking out. Before the door completely shut though, he turned to me, but only for half a second. "I'm sorry." He whispered. The door clicked close and I squeezed my eyes shut, allowing a small sob to escape my lips. "I am too..." Everything we had done together, everything we had been through.... how did I end up here?

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