A Historical Fanfiction
Ship: Lams [Alexander x Laurens]

The match burned brightly in John's hand. He watched it burn for a little while, watching the wood char and the flame creep closer to his fingers.

A pile of paper sat on his desk. The same desk that he had written hundreds of letters from. Letters to Alexander.

Letters from Alexander.

The first page was a simple, elegant page with calligraphy on the front.

You are invited to the wedding of Elizabeth Schuyler and Alexander Hamilton.

Of course he was going. There was no way he'd live with himself if he didn't, and Alexander would never forgive him. But he knew it would pain him, it would feel like a dagger to his heart to watch what was going to happen.

He lifted the page, and touched the flame to the corner of the thick paper. As the little red tongues of heat caught on, he dropped it into a large stone pot. He may be angry, but he isn't stupid and wasn't planning on burning his house down.

The next paper was a letter.

It was a long letter; Alexander was known for wasting words and ink when it came to his writing. But one passage stood out to John the most. The paragraph in which Alexander said I treasure no one else.

No one else except Eliza, apparently.

He dropped the letter into the pot with the wedding invitation, and then he slowly began adding he rest of the stack. He threw the match in as the heat began to burn his fingers.

John has saved every letter that Alexander had written him. Every last one. The good, the bad, the ugly. He had every piece of elegant parchment, each tear stained confession, that one page that was covered in blood from he time Alex had gotten a papercut and complained about it for four paragraphs. He'd kept every single letter.

Now, he was watching them burn.