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Chapter One

Eliza steached her arms over to the other, cold side of the bed, where her husband should have been. She slowly opened her eyes to find that Alexander was at his desk, hunched over a piece of parchment. Eliza smiled at the sweet sight. She climbed out of bed and went to her husband.

"Alexander, come back to sleep," she whispered.

"I have an early meeting out of town," he replied, his eyes not moving from the paper.

"It's still dark outside," Eliza reasoned, pointing to the window.

"I know. Just need to write something down."

"Why do you write like your running out of time?" Eliza yawned. She put her arms around Alexander.

"Shh."

"Come back to bed. That would be enough."

"I'll be back before you know I'm gone," Alexander promised facing her.

He looked exhausted. There were dark lines under his eyes. Alexander kept yawning. The corners of his mouth dropped downward.

"Come back to sleep," Eliza pleaded.

"This meeting's at dawn," Alexander told her.

"Well, I'm going back to sleep." Eliza turned away. But Alexander grabbed her hand. She turned around.

"Hey. Best of wives and best of women."

He pressed a kiss to her knuckles. Eliza smiled at him before climbing back into bed.

In the morning, Alexander was still gone. Eliza sighed. She got out of bed and went to the room William and Little Phil shared. She open the door, tiptoed inside, and scoped Little Phil out of his crib. Eliza took him to her room.

After feeding Philip, Eliza saw something fall from Alexander's desk. She set Philip in his cradle. Eliza picked up the parchment. She saw her name on it.

Now Eliza was never to kind to snope (that had been Peggy) but she was filled with such an intense curiosity that she opened the folded paper. She read,

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

A H

Eliza was confused. She started going through al of Alexander's letters, trying to find a clue. Papers were thrown all over the floor. Then she found the clue.

Then stand, Alexander
Weehawken. Dawn
Guns. Drawn

-A. Burr

A duel. Alexander and Aaron Burr were going to duel. Eliza could not let this go on. She heard the door open. She heard Angelica greeting the children. In a haste, Eliza found a clock to put on over her nightgown. Eliza ran out to Angelica.

"Good morning, Eliza," Angelica said with a smile on her face.

"Angelica, watch the children. I'll be home, soon!" Eliza exclaimed.

"Wait, 'Liza, where are you going?" her sister questioned.

"There's.. No.. Time.." And with that, Eliza was out the door.

Eliza ran out the door. She sprinted down the river's dock. Eliza barley remembered how she got a captain of a boat to bring her to the other side of a river. All Eliza remembered was seeing the outline of Alexander and Aaron Burr.

She hoped that she would make it in time.

Alexander saw the other side. His mother was beaming down at him with motherly pride. Washington was silently watching. Laurens led a solder's chorus on the other side. Philip was grinning at him.

When he looked down, he saw a bullet. And… Eliza. What was Eliza doing here? How had Eliza found out about the duel? She was running to him. Alexander held his arms out.

Eliza saw the bullet that was going to hit her husband. She jumped into the direction the bullet was facing.

When the bullet hit her, Eliza fell back. She didn't feel any pain at first. Just the wet grass she was laying on.

"ELIZA!" Alexander screamed.

He ran to his wife. Alexander picked her off of the ground. Eliza didn't deserve to have to lay on the filthy ground. Alexander knelt with Eliza on his knees.

The pain started to grow. Eliza groaned and put her hand over the wound. She was bleeding from her left rib. Alexander placed his hand over his wife's.

"It's okay, Eliza. It's going to be okay," Alexander whispered.

"You'll survive this, Alexander. I know you can," Eliza told him. "I did mean to eavesdrop I just saw the letter. That made me wonder… Angelica's watching the children…"

"Shh. Save your strength and stay alive!" he exclaimed.

Eliza looked up at the sky. "I see him, Alexander. I see Philip. And Peggy! And Washington! And my mother! And my brother! Is that your mother, Alexander? She's beautiful! You have her eyes…"

"Eliza," Alexander whispered.

Her breathing slowed. She closed her eyes. Alexander checked her pulse. It was dying.

"Embrace the children for me…"

Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton died on July 12, 1804, instead of her husband.

Eliza's my favorite Hamilton character, so this caused a lot of tears on my part.

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