Thomas looked at the letter sent to him with wide eyes as he tried his best to be calm but failed as fall to the ground shaking.

He was caught.

For a while, he and one of his closest friends, James Madison, had been growing more and more closer to each other, until one night during a winter storm they stayed at Thomas' place and started drinking. What it started as a just a small reunion ended up with both making out, James admitted he had feelings towards the taller man and Thomas felt like he was infinite. 

For a couple of months, they managed to hide the fact they were dating. Nobody needed to know that those "reunions" were planned so they could be together and make love, taking turns about who would top that night.

But now, Thomas was being informed that he and James were going to trial for treason, sodomy, and other charges along those lines. 

Thomas could feel the fear running through his veins, the thoughts about dying banging in his head as he tried to process what was going to happen, feeling how the hope slowly disappeared and the tears in his eyes started to form.

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He was in the square feeling everyone's disgusted faces looking at him, knowing they thought he wasn't anything but a pariah and he was damned for the rest of his life. 

After the trial, where he and James were condemned to either get hanged or drink poison. James looked at him and managed to run for a second from the guards to assure him that they would be fine and shared one kiss, little he knew that it was one of the last kisses they shared before they were executed.

James walked to the platform where they were going to be hanged since both declined drinking poison since they heard a guard saying the kind of poison they'll be drinking. It would be a long-suffering death. 

Thomas couldn't do anything but cry. The few days in the jail almost broke his spirit. He was tortured by the guards and his mates. The day previous to his execution someone walked to his cell. Hamilton and Angelica walked in and tried to convince him to run away so he could live. Thomas declined their offer. If he was going to die, he wanted to do it with the man he loved.

That same night, a guard led James to Thomas' cell so they could have one last night together. Another guard brought them their last meal and they had dinner together and cried. Before the sun raised, the same guard led James back to his cell letting them share one last kiss before they left. 

Now Thomas was looking at the hangman putting the rope around James' neck. He felt the tears falling through his cheeks as James looked at him with a sad smile before being asked if he had any last words. He looked at the public and smirked before saying "I do not regret anything". 

Thomas couldn't see the moment when the hangman pulled the mechanism. He couldn't do anything but fall to his knees as his heart broke into pieces crying. 

The guard pushed him to stand up and walk. Now it was his turn. 

His body moved mechanically as he was put in place and when they put the rope against his neck. He looked at the crowd and saw both Angelica and Alexander's faces between the ocean of people that reunited to see two sodomites getting what they deserved.

"Any last words?" the executioner asked him getting ready for doing his job. 

Thomas looked at the sky and pronounced "James, my love... I'll see you on the other side..." 

Then he felt how the floor under him disappeared and he started to fall.

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Thomas woke up abruptly, sweating as he put his hands around his neck. He could felt small tears forming as well on his eyes that soon started to flow down his cheeks. His breathing was erratic and he was shaking badly.

James woke up to find him in the middle of a panic attack. He slowly approached him, wrapping his arms around his body and Thomas leaned on his chest to cry. 

"Tom... Tommy, it's okay... it's okay, love, I got you..." he mumbled to his ear as he kissed his temple. Then he waited for Thomas to calm down a little before he lifted his chin so he could meet him face to face. 

Thomas was now breathing normally but was still shaking lightly. "Love, what happened?" James asked gently as he passed his fingers through Thomas' curls knowing that could calm him a little more. "A nightmare?"

Thomas nodded closing his eyes and feeling like he was going to cry again, the nightmare was still very vivid in his mind. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" James asked as he slowly lay down back to bed with Thomas' head pressed against his chest. After years of knowing each other, James learned that what helped Thomas when he had panic attacks or nightmares was hearing James' heartbeat as he played with his hair.

Thomas shook his head. He wasn't ready to talk. 

James sighed and kissed his forehead. "It's okay love... I'm here... We're fine... It was just a dream..." he said before starting to sing a small song for his boyfriend until he noticed that he had fallen asleep again.

James kissed his forehead again before moving so he could be spooning him. Maybe in the morning, Thomas would tell him what happened during that nightmare, or maybe not, but for now, everything that Thomas needed to know was that they were safe and sound.












//I'm not gonna lie, I cried as I wrote this. 

This was (probably) the angstiest thing I've written by the time and I'm very proud of it.

I love you all for reading this, and remember, if we get over 15 votes by the time I get to the "I NEED this" prompt I will write some smut.

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