Hey guys! So I went to New York City for the first time in my life and it was amazing! I got to see Dear Evan Hansen, Waitress, and Kinky Boots! It was honestly the best I'm kind of still in shock.
I didn't get to meet brendon urie or any of the DEH cast because SOME PEOPLE keep being assholes and pushing on the barricades, causing meet and greets to currently be shut down. But I did meet the entire cast of Waitress, and I even got to take a tour of their stage! For real, if you don't believe me I'll send you guys all the videos I took. I was so overdramatic about it, I literally started singing "She Used to Be Mine."
Here's your epilogue. Love you guys.
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Johns POV
Ten years later
"Take a right here." I instructed my taxi driver. He looked confused, staring at me through the rear view mirror. "The...the graveyard?" The driver questioned.
I nodded and ran my hands through my long hair. The taxi driver just shrugged and pulled into the graveyard's driveway. I thanked him quickly, making sure to give him a nice tip before I exited his car. I had barely even opened the door before a body flung itself into my arms.
"John!" Peggy Schuyler took my face in her hands, examining it. "Holy shit! I can't believe you really came."
I stepped away from her awkwardly. "Uh...yeah. Yeah, I figured I might as well come pay my respects."
Really, my mom had convinced me to come back. She thought I'd never had the chance to get closure or some shit. Which is true, in a way. I left for California the second Alex's funeral had ended. I've buried myself in a new job, many failed attempts at dating, and a whole lot of drug abuse. I've done everything I can to forget Alexander Hamilton, but now I'm standing at his freaking grave site.
Peggy grinned at me, her hand on her rounded
stomach. "Well, I'm glad you came."
"How far along are you?" I asked, in an attempt to change the conversation. Peggy broke out into an even bigger grin, her cheeks glowing happily. "I just hit my eight month mark. His nursery is all set up! Anthony and I are so excited. Emma, on the other hand, is not." Peggy shook her head. "She does not want a baby brother."
I chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry I couldn't come to the wedding, by the way. Or any of the baby showers."
Peggy sighed. "We're all so worried about you John."
I opened my mouth to answer, but was interrupted by the sound of another car pulling up to the curb. Angelica, George Washington, Eliza, and a young boy around the age of ten stepped out of the car.
"Moooooom, how long is this going to take?" The boy complained, his shoulders slumped. Eliza narrowed her eyes at him. "Philip Schuyler, you watch the attitude, buddy." The boy just groaned in response.
It took me a moment to even recognize Eliza. She looked so much happier than when I last so her at Alex's funeral, when her shoulders were hunched in shame. I distinctly remember her and Angelica getting into a huge fight behind the funeral home.
"Where the hell have you been?" Angie screamed.
"I messed up, okay?" Eliza sobbed, her hands pressed to her stomach. "Angie...Angie, I'm pregnant!"
I shook the memory away and stepped up to hug Eliza and Angie. George Washington slapped me on the back welcomingly. "John." He grinned, looking pleased. "Glad you decided to come."
I smiled. "Hey, George. How's the whole adoption thing going?"
Angelica stepped in to kiss her husband on the cheek. "We've found a family that seems to really like us. She's only eight weeks along, but I think it might be the right time. We've....uh, we've given up on trying for our own."
I bowed my head. "I'm sorry."
George shrugged it off. "Anyways, Herc and Laf are right behind us. They'll be here in a few minutes."
Peggy rolled her eyes. "Are they bringing all six kids?"
Angelica laughed. "No, just Mimi." Eliza's son Philip seemed to perk up at that.
Just on cue, Herc and Laf's car pulled up, and the three stepped out. Mimi immediately ran over to Philip, giving him a hug hello as they began to chat animatedly. Herc chuckled at the sight of them.
"Eliza, we met have a romance on our hands here." Laf joked. Eliza smiled and brushed her hair behind her ear. We all exchanged hellos, and then silence fell upon the group.
Angelica was the first to speak up. "I think it's time we see our old friend, right?" We all nodded slowly, lacing hands and walking together down the trail to where Alex was resting. We looked upon the gravestones before I finally spotted the one that belonged to my ex boyfriend.
"Guys. There." I pointed to where his gravestone stood. Eliza pressed a hand to her mouth when she saw someone already standing there.
"Aaron Burr?" She asked. He turned around, eyes red with tears. "Oh." He wiped his face with the back of his hand. "Sorry. I just wanted to come see him....I wasn't at the funeral."
Herc crossed his arms. "Yeah, why was that?"
Burr rolled his eyes. "I was in jail, you asshole." His eyes looked over to Mimi and Philip, who had clamped their hands over their ears. "Oh...sorry."
"Why were you in jail?" I questioned.
"None of your damn business." Burr shot back. "Technically I should still be in jail, but they....they let me out early. My fianc -" He paused and took a breath. "My ex-fiancé passed away three weeks ago. She left all her money to me, even though we'd been broken up for years. For me to get out of jail, to start a new life."
We all fell silent as Burr choked back tears.
"Would you like to join us?" Peggy finally offered. "We're going to stay here for a while, then go get lunch."
"You don't have to be alone, Aaron." Laf added.
Aaron shook his head. "No, thank you. I...I'll let you be." He turned to get one last look at Alex's grave before walking off. That was the last time any of us ever saw Aaron Burr.
"Philip, Mimi." George Washington turned to look at the two kids once Burr had disappeared. "You can wait back here, if you want. We'll only be a few minutes." The two kids nodded, keeping quiet, seeming to understand the seriousness of the situation.
The seven of us stepped forward to the grave, led by me. I knelt to the ground in front the grave, tracing my hands over the words engraved on it. A man whose dreams were as countless as the stars.
No one talked. No one wanted to talk. No one really wanted to be there. All we wanted was a different ending. But we don't have control over that, do we?
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Trigger warning: overdose, suicide. Stay safe I love you all. Please talk to me if you're having problems or any type of dangerous thoughts.
I dreamt about Alex that night.
"How many." He begged me, eyes wide.
Freckles. I skimmed my hands over my face. "I don't know." I admitted.
"No, John!" He shouted, pointing at the ground. I looked down and saw my body lying on the shitty hotel bed, my mouth gaping open, an empty pill bottle clenched in my fist. "How many did you take?"
"I....I don't know." I broke down into tears. I immediately felt Alex's skinny arms wrap themselves around me, pulling my ice cold body to his chest.
"Shhhh." He rocked me back and forth. "Hey, it's okay."
I shook my head. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it. I didn't want to die. I just wanted...." what did I want? I wanted Alex, but not like this.
"Do you want to go back?" Alex asked me, looking down at my dead body sprawled on the bed. I shook my head. "No...it's hard. It's too hard."
"Life isn't supposed to be easy." He shot back.
"Yeah, well dying wasn't that great either." I sighed. "Did it hurt? When you....left."
Alex grabbed my face and gave me a long, slow kiss. "No." He said once we had broken apart. "It didn't hurt at all. But John....you can still go back. It's your choice."
I shook my head again. "No. No. It's time. Let's....let's go home."
Alex took my hand and pulled me up to the sky, to the stars.
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Okay so it could have been better but in my defense it could have been a lot worse.
So....what do you guys want to see next? Be More Chill or Dear Evan Hansen? Or both? Your wish is my command!
Thank you for all the support you've given me through all my fan fictions. July 3rd marks my one year anniversary on Wattpad . I love you guys to the moon and back.