Shy From The Spotlight - Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Fifty-Three

It was just past lunch now, and mother was still gawking at Elizabeth's dress. I opened my first letter from Alexander.

Dearest, Y/F/N Schuyler
Life is so messy and a struggle without you and your family to cheer me up. Things are not looking good for this army. People are down and unhappy. Only the thought of returning to your family gives me joy. I know you asked for less affection, but I can't help it. I hope you understand.
Yours,
Alexander

I sighed and folded the letter, hiding it. Before I could open the next letter, there was a knock. I shot up and ran over, opening it. A local officer was there. "Miss Y/F/N Schuyler?" He asked solemnly. I blinked. "That's me." I said.

He sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "Are you the beau of C/F/N and C/L/N?" I nodded, something in my gut turning. This wasn't good. Not at all. "Ma'am, you might want to sit down." He said politely. I felt myself pale as I sat in the living area, the officer walking in.

He faced me and looked away again. "C/N was walking by the docks when he was hit by a rock some kids were throwing." Oh no. My heart dropped. "He- Erm, he fell in the water, unconscious and bleeding." No! No no no! "The doctors brought him back," HE DIED?!?! "And he is in critical condition. They had to take him to Boston."

I felt myself leave my body. C/N. Bleeding. Boston. I felt my heart pounding in my ears. Every sound become inaudible, the only thing I could hear was my heart. The beat sped up.

C/N died. I don't know what I'm going to do! I felt liquid. Liquid? On my face? Oh, tears. I heard my name distantly, some gasps maybe? I couldn't tell. I took a deep breath. I couldn't be here any longer. It was too crowded. Too loud. Too everything! I stood up and ran out of the house, my family shouting after me.

I skidded down the steps, skirts in my hands. I distantly heard my name again but I didn't stop. I ran between people, most shouting at me. I started sobbing and hid my face.

I bolted down the path and tripped, ripping my skirts. I got back up and people started talking, pointing. I didn't care. I had a single destination.

I turned a corner and saw a familiar face. Levi? I ignored it and kept running.

C/N died. But he's back? But what if he died on the way to Boston? Boston! That's hours away! I wouldn't even get notice for days!

What if we can't get married? What if he doesn't want to get married anymore? What if he just breaks up with me! What if he has something wrong with his head now?! I would still love him but what if he doesn't love me?!

I turned again. Residential area. Memories flashed before me. Memories that will be useless if I can never see C/N again.

"Y/N!"

Sound was starting to come back to me. I started to feel my shoes it the dirt. No no! If it comes back, I'll go into shock!

"Y/N! Where are you going?!"

I kept running. Running. Like on the beach with C/N. In the water, the very thing C/N died in. I felt more tears drip from my swoll eyes.

Is C/N alright still? Is he awake in pain or sleeping in peace? Or is he forever in peace?!

I ran faster somehow, my family and friends shouting after me. I stopped in front of a house, running towards the door.

"Guys, stop!" I heard someone, my sister maybe, shout. I wanted to thank her but lost my voice. I approached the door and slowed. I knocked twice and the door opened. C/N's father was tear-stained just like me. He whimpered as I ran into his arms and collapsing.