⚠ trigger warning: divorce, mention of death

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Alexander crept into Philip's room. This was so wrong, but his child curiousity got the best of him. He needed to know what happened to Philip, he needed to help his older brother.

He snuck inside, walking as quiet as a mouse. Er, a giant rat in a Cheeto factory.

Yeah, he wasn't the stealthiest, but let this child imagine what he wants.

AJ walked up Philip's desk, pressing his small body against the wall the desk was propped on. He looked around the room, making sure he was all alone.

He moved his hand on the desk, desperately reaching for something. His finger tips brushed against the ink well, almost knocking it over.

He hurriedly moved his hand to the left. Alexander grabbed the first thing his hand touched. It was just a quill, it's feather a light purple shade. Dried up back ink coated the top of the feather, though, making it look more creepy.

It was as if the ink was consuming the quill, an instrument used to create palaces out of paragraphs and cathedrals out of sentences. It seem like it was slowly taking over the very thing that creates beauty on parchment.

AJ put it back before he could get ink on his hands. He reached again, praying he would find something useful.

He ended up giving up and just turning to see what was even on the desk.

Paper scattered all over the desk, some containing senseless writings, others remain blank only marked with ink stains.

Alexander was about dive head first into all this shenanigans, when he head footsteps approach the room. He grabbed a paper and dash to the bed, hiding underneath.

The door creaked open, and the sound of leather boots hitting the floor echoed throughout the bedroom. Alexander tried not to tremble or make any noise, covering his mouth with his free hand.

Philip stood in his room, hands rubbing temples as he walked over to his desk. He unknowingly picked up the ink-consumed quill, and piece of paper.

He wrote what he's been writing for the past few months.

Death and pain are inevitable.

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Theodosia sat in her garden, tending her shrubbery. She wrote to Philip Hamilton on numerous occassions but he didn't seemed to care or write back. She shrugged it all off. Theo wasn't the clingy type.

Besides, she wasn't into cocky heartbreakers.

Philip was just someone she found cute. Maybe he had some boyfriend potential, but meh. He wasn't really Theodosia's type.

She clipped bits of her rose bush, trimming off the branches that were sticking out of place. Theodosia loved her garden, it was her happy place. There was something about being with the green leaves and vibrant flowers that made her feel all warm and safe inside.

She especially loved it when she and her friends would go to the thicket behind Monte Cello and explore.

Y/n, being Y/n, was energetic and always the leader. She was ready to climb any tree, jump over any rock, and  chase any lizard looking thing. She was adventurous and rowdy. Constantly getting her skirts dirty was part of her nature.

John was the total opposite. He would stay in the middle off the group, in case a bear comes from the front or back. He was jumpy, freaking out at the sight of everything, even harmless ducks.

Theodosia, however, just wanted to live the moment. Milk every second she spent in the outdoors, breathe the fresh air, enjoy the serene calm of natural beauty.

Until Y/n comes chasing John around with a gecko in hand.

It was fun and one of the best memories Theo had with her friends. But that was all too long ago.

It was back when they were younger, more carefree. Back when they didn't have studies, or love, or divorce cases to worry about.

Theo dropped her shears on the ground and let out a sob. She wished she could turn back time to when things were okay, when she was okay, when her family was okay.

Theodosia, Theodosia's mother, had just pasted away a couple of months back. She was devastated, crying and mourning for days on end.

Aaron, wanting to give his daughter a new mother, remarried. She was a great woman, her new mom, acting like any mother should... but it would have never been the same.

Ever since her father got deeper into his political career, her new mother grew distant. She issued a divorce on Aaron, leaving her once again motherless.

She buried her face into her dirty gloves. Soft sobs escaped her plump lips as she silently cried.

Then she remembered who helped her through all this.

Y/n was busy, of course. She had lots on her plate, but Theodosia would have enjoyed her company very much, having gone through similar situations.

But, no. Y/n had too much on her mind. Theo couldn't possibly bother her with her own stupid problems. She felt like no one would listen to her and her problems until John visited again.

John Payne Goddamn Madison helped her a lot throughout all the pain. He gave constant visits, taking her furthur from the grief one step at a time.

Theodosia smiled as she remembered what John had done for her. She wiped her tears and the dirty from her face.

She looked at her rose bush and her smile grew brighter. Why on Earth was she crying? This is her happy place.

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A/n: SeE i DiDn'T fOrGeT tHeO-