Hamilton- One Shots

I Imagine Death So Much It feels like a Memory

Alexanders POV~

    I read the last letter he wrote me, challenging me to a duel. He wrote with such anger. It's almost dawn. I hear the door creak, I see my beautiful wife walk in. I see her silhouette be illuminated by the candle light. I quickly cover the letters up, "Eliza?"
"Alexander. I miss your presence next to me in bed." She walks behind, resting her hands on my shoulders.
"I'm sorry, Honey. I have an early meeting at dawn." I say, lying a bit, knowing if I'd told her the truth, she'd tie me to my chair.
"Well, I am going back to sleep." She kisses my cheek as I softly grin.
"Eliza?" I say, just above a whisper.
"Yes, Hun?" She smiles.
"Best of Wives, Best of Women," I say smiling "I love you."
She smiles, "I love you, too."
She leaves the room, I hear her soft footsteps fade away. I uncover the letters, and hide them in a box. The box contains some letter from Laurens, Maria, Burr, etc. Maybe one day, someone will find these.
I get back to my desk and dip my quill into the ink. I write my dear Eliza a letter. The letter is not my best. One will hopefully put her to rest. I sign my name and leave it on the desk. I tip-toe out the door, whilst grabbing my cloak. I head my way to Weehawken. The steady pace of the horse quickens, as I try not to be late. I have my second and my doctor with me, we slow down as we get to the river. A canoe awaits us.
We hop in, I keep myself busy by writing. I can never stop writing. My dear Eliza, she's probably still sleeping. I hope to see her again. I can't wait to see her smile again. To see my children. And Philip- were going to the spot where my son died. My poor, scared son. He would never hurt a fly, he must've been so scared. The waves move the boat up and down. I look up, seeing the sunrise over my New York City. I smile. Thoughts overwhelm me, I know this put me in a difficult spot, but I've got to throw away my shot.
I quickly grab my quill, and write a letter as quickly as I can before we get there.
"Pendleton, if I die. Please deliver this to Eliza." I say looking into his eyes.
"Yes, sir." He says, I can tell he hurts. He knows.
We reach the dueling grounds, I see Burr glare at me. I look down at my pistol. The wind blows my hair. We are in the same spot my son died. I looked at my gun with such rigor, then I methodically fiddled with my trigger. Nathaniel gives me my glasses, I put them on. I see Burrs glare harden, but a sense of calm fill me. It's not in his political interest to kill me.
Luckily I drew first position, I stand upstream. They call us to the duel, I stand behind Burr.
"One"
Raise a glass to freedom
"Two"
    Something they can
"Three"
never take away
Four"
   No matter what they tell you
"Five"
   Raise a glass-
"Six"
-To the four of us
"Seven"
    Tomorrow...
"Eight"
There be...
"Nine"
   More of us...
"Ten"
I whip around, raise my pistol to the sky. I feel immense pain just above my left hip. You could hear to shots because I did in fact shoot, but not at Burr. I feel blood pour through my wound...

I imagine death so much,
It feels like a memory,
This is where it gets me,
On my feet, several feet ahead me,
Burr stands infront of me,
Tears form in both of eyes,
As we coped with the fact I will die,
People die, in fact is doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints,
It takes and takes,
People may hate,
The thought of death,
The biggest theft.

I am heading to the other side,
I see my Laurens on the otherside,
Washington, my mother, and Philip too.
Who will live?
Who will die?
Who will tell my story?

Eliza tells my story,
My family tells me story!

Eliza,
My wife,
Stay alive,
Then you get to teach them how to say goodbye.
One last time,
One last time.
You got to Rise Up!
Wise up!
Eyes up!

Raise a glass to freedom!

I hear voices of my family as everything goes black. My heart beat slows down. A bright light overwhelms.
"Alexander?" I hear a voice say.
I turn around and see my friend. My eyes widen, and engulf him into hug. I cry.

My dearest Eliza,

This letter, my very dear Eliza, will not be delivered to you, unless I shall first have terminated my earthly career; to begin, as I humbly hope from redeeming grace and divine mercy, a happy immortality.
If it had been possible for me to have avoided the interview, my love for you and my precious children would have been alone a decisive motive. But it was not possible, without sacrifices which would have rendered me unworthy of your esteem. I need not tell you of the pangs I feel, from the idea of quitting you and exposing you to the anguish which I know you would feel. Nor could I dwell on the topic lest it should unman me.
The consolations of Religion, my beloved, can alone support you; and these you have a right to enjoy. Fly to the bosom of your God and be comforted. With my last idea; I shall cherish the sweet hope of meeting you in a better world.
Adieu best of wives and best of Women. Embrace all my darling Children for me.
Ever yours,
    Alexander

I WROTE THE POEM ALL BY MYSELF. well not really. BUT MOST OF IT WAS ME.
Hoped you enjoyed! That is the actual letter to Eliza. Though I added the "My dearest Eliza" and "Alexander"
LOVE YOU BABES.