(T/W : SUICIDE)

June 13th, 1811. Alexander Hamilton was in his office, writing as per usual. It wasn't a surprise when he heard the sound of his daughter , Wendy , crying. Back in February, she had lost her two year old daughter to measles. When her daughter died, the only thing he could think of was Philip. 

Wendy had her friend Mary over. Alexander eventually sighed and went over to Wendy's room. He knocked on her door. "Wend? Can I come in?" He asked. No answer, only more sobbing. Well, he didn't want to bother her, so he walked away and let her continue.

Several hours passed. 

"Wendy? Wendy?" He heard Mary say. "Wendy, are you okay? Wendy?!" Her voice was sounding more and more frantic with each sentence she said, alarming Alexander. Hardly a minute later, he heard Mary scream. He then rushed towards her room.

"Oh god.." He mumbled. "Oh god."

There Wendy was, a rope around her neck. Her face was completely pale but it almost seemed...like it was at peace. Like after nineteen long years of torment, all of it finally came to an end.

"My goodness Mary, whatever is the- WENDY NO!" Eliza screamed startling Alexander. She collapsed onto the floor, a sobbing mess. Alexander walked towards her. He wasn't sure how to feel about all this. His emotions were all over the place. He reached his hand out. "Eliza, I-" She smacked his hand away. "JUST SHUT UP! JUST BE QUIET! DON'T EVEN SPEAK TO ME, ALEXANDER! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! IT'S YOUR FAULT SHE'S DEAD!" Eliza yelled.

He pulled his hand away and sighed. It didn't take long before realization hit him. "I know...I know. She's gone and it's all my fault." He said.

"Mama, papa, what happened?" Diana asked as she walked over. "She's dead, Diana." Alexander answered quickly. "Who?" Diana inched closer and looked into Wendy's bedroom. "Oh my god...oh my god! Wendy!" She stumbled backwards. She went pale and looked like she was about to pass out.

-

June 20th, 1811. There was a knock at the front door and Eliza went to open. "You must be Maria." She said. "Please, come in."

Maria. God, he could only imagine how she was feeling. She had left Wendy in his care in hopes of providing a better life for her and now she was dead before she even had lived two decades. He didn't even felt like he deserved to approach her.

"Where's Alexander? I need to talk to him." Maria said. "He's in his office." Eliza said and pointed up the stairs. About a minute later Maria was standing next to him. "Hello Mar-" He was immediately cut off. "I gave you one job! That was to protect her! That was to raise her! Not verbally abuse her! Not be part of the reason she committed suicide! I trusted you, Alexander! I trusted you!" Maria yelled. She was getting more and more emotional with each and every word that came out of her mouth. "I know, Maria. I know." He couldn't have felt more guilty. Maria gave him one job and he failed miserably.

Maria looked at him. "Wow. You feel guilty. I'm shocked." She sighed. "God, what am I even supposed to say? I abandoned her! What right do I even have to mourn her myself?"

"Maria, you did not abandon her. You did what you felt was right. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I failed at the simple job you gave me." Alexander said. "I really am. And besides she's your daughter! You almost died giving birth to her. But besides that, you gave birth to her and that's what matters! You have every right to mourn your child, even if you hardly knew them."

She was silent. Both her and Eliza had lost a girl they called their daughter and it was mainly Alexander's fault. If he hadn't been a dick to her, then maybe there would have been a chance at saving Wendy from herself. Or maybe not. Maybe the outcome would have been all the same.

Maria eventually sighed and left the room.

-

July 5th, 1811. The date of Wendy's funeral. Maria and Eliza huddled together whilst Mary and Diana huddled together. All four were inconsolable. Almost everyone was inconsolable. As for Alexander, he was hyperventilating. He still felt guilty. He didn't know what to say. He was the reason everyone was here. He was the reason Wendy was being buried.

What happened after Wendy was in the ground? "Betsey, Maria? Mary, Diana?" He said. "What in god's name do you want, Alexander?" Eliza said, hugging the still sobbing Diana. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I really am. This is all my fault..." He said. "I am so sorry."

"Rot in hell." Mary said. "Just go to hell. We don't accept this apology. Go away before Diana murders you." She continued. Alexander looked at his daughter , Diana , who as giving him a death glare and he walked away.

-

A sunny August day still in 1811. Alexander sat in front of her grave. "Hey Wendy. Are you better now? I know you are. You're away from me." He started. "I'm sorry. I miss you. Your moms, Mary and Diana have forgiven me. But I don't think I deserve forgiveness. Another thing. Diana recently met a man named Daniel and they seem to be hitting it off."

He "talked" to Wendy for hours.

Eventually he stood up and went back home.