Just saying, prepare for the feels and tears! Some lines in this are directly from Hamilton, and I DO NOT own them. Burr's thoughts will be in italics. Hamilton's thoughts will be in bold italics.

The morning was crisp and cool as Aaron Burr stood on top of the cliff at Weehawken waiting for Alexander Hamilton.

The sun had barely begun to show its rays of light when Burr heard Hamilton approach him from behind. Wordlessly, they nodded, acknowledging each other before walking off to opposite sides of the terrain.

Their seconds, William P. Van Ness and Nathaniel Pendleton, met and talked briefly. Hamilton was busy watching the lay of the mountains in the distance as he put on his glasses, as Burr stared at him, trying to figure out why they were here.

I know Hamilton is going to shoot. He always does. No matter what, when, or where, he never held his tongue and took everything from me. I must protect myself and my daughter. Hamilton will not make an orphan of my daughter. I must shoot as he shoots me.

Burr watched as Hamilton loaded his pistol and he saw his eyebrows furrow as he looked at his pistol.

Burr won't shoot. He's always held back and what's to say he'll change everything he's ever (not) said now. I know he's the opposite of me, so I must do the opposite of what my instincts want: to shoot. I must protect my legacy. I cannot shot this man.

The men's pistols were loaded and they met in the middle to begin their ten paces to duel.

As they began, Burr heard Hamilton counting, "Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix." And they turned around to shoot but it was like time was frozen.

(This is directly from Hamilton)
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. Is this is where it gets me, on my feet, several feet ahead of me? I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be? There is no beat, no melody. Burr, my first friend, my enemy, may be the last face I ever see? If I throw away my shot, is this how you remember me? What if this bullet is my legacy? Legacy. What is a legacy? It's planting seeds in a garden that you never get see. (This what I thought of now.) I know I'm facing life or death, but this is how I justify all my wrong doings. This is how I make my legacy. Eliza will understand when she reads my letter and I come home, that everything I've ever done is to be remembered for greatness. So this is what I must do. I cannot shoot.

This man has taken everything that I've tried to create. No more. It's him or me now, and there's no telling who will survive. We'll both shoot, but we can still both survive. My Theodosia will understand that I needed to protect her by doing this, and when she comes home and I see her again, with both Hamilton and I alive, she'll know why I had to shoot. I must shoot because Hamilton too will shoot.

Time sped back up as Burr's finger pulled at the trigger, but Hamilton- BANG.

Hamilton had aimed his pistol at the sky. Burr had shot. Hamilton crumpled to the ground, limp and pale, as Burr's gun clattered to the ground and his hands shook as he covered his mouth.

Burr took slow, cautious steps towards him, but he was pushed back.

What have I done? How did this happen? How did harmless insults turn into this: a dead man and broken man?

Someone whispered in his ear that he needed to hide his face, because what he'd done was unforgivable.

Was the voice really there? Who knows.

All he knew, was that he'd killed a man, no, a hero, with a family, a wife, friends, and they were all grieving.

He'd never be able to show his face to the Hamilton's again.

°°°°°°

Angelica and Eliza stood on either side of Alex as he drew shaky breaths. He squeezed both of their hands once before he went limp, and for the first time, his mind was silent.

Their cries of anguish were heard by Burr, who buried his face in his arms and cried.

Eliza whispered to her sister, "Angelica. We must tell his, no, our story now."

And with that, the doctors wheeled Hamilton away, as Angelica and Eliza hugged each other. And they thought of how to tell the story of Alexander Hamilton.

I'm in tears now. Hope you were entertained? Idk anymore. Bye.