~A few years later~
Y/N's P.O.V
This. Is. It.
5 years long. We have been fighting.
Now. We're going to end this. Right here, right now. York Town, 1781.
Let me fill you in on what happened.
So first of all, Alexander. He was promoted to fight in York town as a general. He was so excited! Which was, good for him. We became less awkward and angry around each other and became best friends. My feelings for him were erased.
Then Lafayette, he has a really high rank. At this moment he's in Chesapeake Bay. It's all a part of Alexander's big plan to end this war once and for all.
Then Hercules. He's in Britain, getting all the information over to us. He's been working on a British accent with me since I learned it when I was back in...
...
Anyway.
Washington, (Reader: CAN YOU PLEASE TELL ME WHERE IN THE F*CKING WORLD LAURENS WENT TO?!) Is being the brilliant general he always is. Leading troops, fighting, and handling documents all at once. (That would actually look funny)
And lastly, (Reader: Finally) Lee. (Reader: THE FU-)
Guess who had to study a religion in their free time to help a gay couple get married. This girl. Apparently, Lee and Samuel had become...Friendly with each other. A couple months ago, Samuel asked me if I could wed them in whatever holy belief I could wed them.
So I wed them in name of the, you guessed it, food Gods. I literally studied about food for 3 months and wedded them just before the York Town business. So now they're married. That happened.
(Now John, (Reader: Final-) Adams. (Reader: I will kill you.) )
John went to South Carolina.
That's all I know. I haven't heard anything about him.
Meanwhile, I was able to fight some fights, but due to a lack of secretaries, I had to stay behind and make sure that everyone had food, bullets, weapons, medicine, ect.
So one day, I was at my desk. Not doing anything special, but to pray that everyone was still alive while I was stuck here. I was writing something down when I heard the tent flaps open. First, I thought it was the person who brings me the papers from all the local businesses.
When I looked up, only 1 glance was needed to know who it was. Even if they looked drained and maybe be full of cuts and bruises. Lafayette. I stood up. He was panting, so I knew he ran. Before I could say something close to 'What happened?' Lafayette said:
"It's over. The war, has ended."
My mouth was agape. There's no way. A tear rolled of my cheek making me realize that this was real and not another good dream. I began to laugh. Not a bitter laugh, more like a laugh you would laugh after you had a near dead experience.
Or when you fell off your bike after your phone dropped and you squeezed the breaks and then you did a 360 in the air after landing on the floor and then give your last f*cks to crawl to your phone to see if it hasn't cracked. THAT LAUGH after you see that it isn't cracked.
That's the one.
(Reader: ...That's a little specific. Did this happen to you?
Author: What do you think?)
More tears flowed as I laughed even harder. "No way." I said as I covered my mouth to not look as crazy as I did. "As they say, YES WAY!" Lafayette yelled as he ran to me for a hug. We jumped up and down and began to cheer:
"AMERICA, AMERICA, AMERICA!!!"
"And France, don't forget France." Lafayette butted in. I chuckled and playfully pushed him of me. "Where are the 3 other idiots?" I asked still smiling ear to ear. Lafayette slowed down to my pace to answer that question. That made me more than concerned.
"We know where Alexander is. He is coming back from York Town, he'll arrive shortly. Hercules is in Britain but he'll come too. Even though we haven't really heard anything from him. But he'll be fine. And John, we..." Lafayette trailed off looking to the side.
"...And John?" I asked as Lafayette looked back at me and swallowed the frog in his throat. "We haven't heard anything from him. We've lost his battalion out of sight." He told me with a heavy heart. Something in my brain snapped.
Being concerned about John. I bit my finger nails. I shouldn't be imagining the worst case scenario. He's fine. He's John.
(Reader: Amber, you didn't.
Author: =) )
When Alexander came, he was equally worried about John. Minutes turned into hours, hours into night time and night time into early morning and we were able to leave. John hasn't returned and I was worried.
He wasn't dead. I was almost 34% sure of that.
Almost.
I stayed over in the Hamilton house. Yeah, Eliza and Alexander now had a house AND A SON! I still question when Alexander had the time to...You know. He was literally always in the battlefront! Did he sneak out to-you know I don't have the right to question his business.
Days passed. Not a word from John.
I didn't feel good, my stomach hurt and fever hit me like the unannounced math test my teacher once gave me.
One night, when both me Alexander were working for a job since we didn't get paid to be soldiers anymore. He was a lawyer and I hit the stick a bit higher as the personal secretary of Washington. BOOYAH! IN YOUR FACE HAMILTON!
We were in the same study and we had separate desks. But then, Eliza came in.
I may not live to see our glory
"Alexander, Y/N. There's this letter that you both need to see-" Eliza said before being interrupted by Alexander. "I have work, whatever it is, it can wait." He said as I shot him a death stare.
But I will gladly join the fight
I stood up and walked to Eliza with a smile. "I'll read it." I told her as she bitterly smiled at me before tending to Philip who started crying.
And when our children tell our story
I opened the letter and took a deep breath, when I heard a knock on the door. I decided to read and go to the door to answer the knock.
They'll tell the story of-
I didn't have a good feeling about this.
Tonight
We must tell you with a very heavy heart that a British troop killed someone you two knew. A British troop killed him. They killed him when they discovered he was spying around the British camps. Mr. Hercules Mulligan, was killed on the 27th of this month.
No.
Please God no.
No, no, no.
The knocking on the door, in sink with my heart beat was now louder than ever. I opened the door with a shaking hand to be met with the Hazel colored eyes of John.
"HEY! SO SO SO SORRY I'M LATE! This British troop attacked us, but we managed to get away-Why are you crying?" He asked once he realized that I was crying. I dropped the letter.
John made eye contact with the letter.
He picked it up and read for 2 seconds. Once he saw a name linked with the word 'killed' his eyes widened. "..." He switched his eyes to mine and looked at each other. Tears began to flow as I let out a heart breaking cry and fell to the ground. John tried to comfort me, but I pulled back.
I just lost a friend, a friend I thought was alright. I was far from the truth.
Very far off.
I love a plot twist. Don't you guys?