My dear, Angelica,
Why must you mention the night at the ball? The night when we met, the night when I looked around and saw that the world had just stopped, because of two wonderful people.
That horrible night when I realised I was in love with not one, but two Schuyler sisters.
That night is so horrible that it keeps me awake at night, yet so beautiful I want to relive it.
And I could make the right choice if I did.
At that night we both lost our love because of a certain Eliza Schuyler.
And I'm sorry broke both of our hearts.
Goodbye Angelica,
Alexander.
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Letters From Alex - A Hamgelica Story
Historical FictionThese are a series of letters from Angelica to Hamilton and from Hamilton to Angelica. Sometimes between other characters. These are not actual letters, I made them up.
