(Y/N POV)

Dearest Y/N,

Doctor David Hosack has been pondering your disappearance. I tell him you're off to find a better man, but of course, nothing can surpass him. I resist into revealing to him your whereabouts, but nevertheless he can't stop questioning. I know that he is a trusted friend of Lieutenant Col. Alexander Hamilton, but I keep your secret forever locked dearly into my heart.

I pray that your sister has been writing to you, also. Her temperament seems extremely peculiar lately, and I'd hate for her to feel that way. An inconvenient time for me to notify you, but something must be said, if not from anyone else.

And still I miss you. These months have gone by with tragedy, and the atmosphere around us is no longer consumed by the joy that you give; it regurgitates cruelty and neglect. We all suffer. Alas, I must be grateful that I can still talk with you without having to hear our voices. They are simply heard through these sheets of paper.

Be safe, my dear.

- C. Fernández

~

Y/N,

I think David is trying to murder me. Seriously, I know he's a doctor and all, but he's constantly hovering around me like I've killed someone. Isn't that weird? Be glad you're not here to see it, because it's just creepy.

Plus, we don't talk that much anymore. It's probably that you're busy, but I guess that's okay. We can wait. But you're alright, right? I'm talking to Y/N? Not some random weirdo?

But yeah, everything's dandy over here. We're all enjoying ourselves. Wish you could be here to see all the fun, you'd love it.

But anyway, take care. Cause I love you.

- Emily

~

My Y/N,

With all that's happening, what am I to write? Can I longer express words through this array of despair? All seems to be falling into dread, and it's the reminder that you and your sister alike are alone. I should not concern myself about you as though a parental figure, and I do not consider myself as one. Nonetheless, I'd put the guilt into myself if anything were to happen. So please, be safe during my departure. And look out for one another.

If not curious already, this camp is a solemn wreck. If I were to offer myself a mistress to excuse these pitiful feelings, I'd have a lesser chance of receiving the affection of Miss Schuyler, which you so dearly propose that I soon will. On meeting her a mere few months ago at Gen. Philip Schuyler's estate, I've persuaded myself that you were indeed correct. Her tender smile melts a pathway into my heart. If we are to reunite, I have all hope that we'll write.

You may remember my feelings towards C. Miller. I've took notice that he doesn't write as often, corrupted by his new duty as aide-de-camp. Gen. Washington takes a fond liking to him, giving him command despite his little experience. Meanwhile I'm cast away in the shadows, writing needless letters to Congress with no replies. Our bodies are consuming themselves, and we waste away with the passing of time.

Please inform me if he is to plot anything that you may find uneasy. From what I've been informed, he has been raised up from a troubled passed, but shows no sign of true change or remarkability. I'd offer him the chance to become an honest man, but in all truthfulness, my dear, I see no potential.

The Gen. is heading my presence, so I must beg an Adieu. Remain divine in the comfort of your companions, and I hope to hear from you soon.

- A. Hamilton

~

"Charlie!" Washington snapped his fingers in front of my eyes, catching my attention. "Are you with me?"
"I... I was in a daze, sir, I apologise..."
Washington sighed, trying not to lose his temper. "I was saying that we'll leave tonight. We have every chance at catching them in a few days, if we work hard to get our tactics together."
"Yes... Yes sir..."

He expressed sympathy, placing his hand onto my left arm. "I know what it's like, kid. Even now, after all these years, I struggle to cope with the realities. But you have to strong. You want to make your family proud, don't you?"
I nodded.
"Then don't let them down. We need you alive." Washington made his way back to the exit of the tent. "Coming?"

~

I stared up to the sky. A sky that I'd once regarded with high spirits, with a sign of a new hope to us all. But now, it was just a sky. Nothing mattered to me anymore: this battle, the Peales, Charles Lee... All I wanted was to be reunited with my family. The Dame. The bustle of New York City... But no. It may be the last time I ever get to witness these sights.

Therefore, I stared up to the sky.

Alexander was next to me, as usual, for Washington had practically partnered the both of us up. It appeared as though he took me with a little more dignity, but judging by those letters, his views of me had worsened. Or, of Charlie Miller. The boy who doesn't even exist.

But in the meantime, Washington explained to the others on how we were to be setting off to the South tonight. A couple of us would be sent off ahead, to scout the Redcoat whereabouts. From there, we'd surround and attack, providing Lee doesn't completely ruin everything.

The sky was my priority throughout the speech, and I made objects out of the clouds. Like we'd do when we were kids. Mum would set up a picnic blanket on a field in the summer, and the three of us would relax and gaze at the clouds. Emily would be panicking about the bees that would casually pass by, minding their own business. But mum and I would laugh.

We were happy.

There was no war.

No disease.

We lived a life of harmony, keeping our most cherished memories in the screens of our cameras.

We were free.

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Okay so I've decided again that I'll put warnings at the beginning of chapters if they do get, like, really gorey. Cause I know a lot of that is to come in the future lol and it's not gonna be pleasant.

Also thank you so much for 5K!! I woke up with 60 notifications this morning and I was like owo