Burr was staring down at a grave. He sighed a bit, trying to think of something to say to the piece of stone. He came to visit because he had been missing the person who was now six feet under. He placed his hand over the smooth writing.
"Hey Charles," the man started before going quiet again.
The grave belonged to General Charles Lee. He had died a long time ago. He didn't die in the war, yet still didn't get to see the wonderful nation he had helped to make be born. After he didn't fight in one battle, he retired from the war. He got a favor and died two years before the battle was won. Burr didn't think it was very fair. Sure the guy had done some bad things, but he still deserved to see America, just once. Yet he never would.
"I was thinking about you," Burr told him, sitting next to the grave like it was his dear friend. "Alexander is being a jerk like usual. You wouldn't be surprised, would you? And I just wish you could answer me... I just want to hold you tight Charles. Yet I can't. Because fate hates me and just takes everyone away from me. My parents, you, John, my wife... who's next Charles? Is it Washington? Alexander? Hercules? Marquis? My daughter? Who is it?"
Burr sighed, looking around to make sure no one heard him. It was easy to just let all the emotions pour out when he was talking to a stone that couldn't talk back. He sighed, hugging the stone tightly as if it was the man himself.
"You know Charles... I never did say the words you wanted me to say. I know you knew I meant them, but how can I be sure? I never said it... I never really showed how I felt about you. I'm sorry I didn't. I regret it now that you can't hear me. Or maybe you can. But, Charles Lee... I love you." He stood up and placed a red rose on his grave. "And I always have. I hope you are saving a spot up there for me. I'll see you on the other side soon."
Burr walked off, having a lot of regrets about his and Lee's relationship bubbling up. He hoped the man knew how he truly felt about him. After all, he loved Lee just as much as he loved his wife. He wished Lee had lived at the end of the war so they could have gotten closer. That maybe Lee would have died without doubts. So maybe Aaron Burr would have one more person to open up to without any regrets.
