I stared down at my hands covered in his blood. Of course it didn't matter right now though. I had to run but I felt as if my legs were jelly. "I'm sorry" I tried to hold back my sobs. "I'm so sorry!" And I knew it was going to be too late. And with that I couldn't hold in the tears. I screamed his name and I wanted to hug him again but I couldn't. Right now all I could to to keep myself alive was run. And so I ran. I ran as fast as my legs would take me because that thing couldn't be too far away. "I'm so sorry!" I called him one last time but I knew he couldn't hear me.

A/N: This is just the prologue this story is going to be a long one💙 I have written this from scratch, but I don't want any copyright issues and no this is not Jeremy Heere or Philip Hamilton, though the appearances do seem similar
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Eliza Schuyler Hamilton💙💙