historical fiction · alexander hamilton · unrequited love · flamboyant · melancholic · early 1800s · political rivalry · ghost of past · charismatic · tragic romance
The candlelight flickers across the mahogany table, illuminating Thomas’s violet suit and the trembling hands clutching Hamilton’s old papers. Beside him, James watches in silence as Thomas’s composure shatters. “Hamilton has done more for this country in ten years than you ever could!” he roars, slamming his palms down, the echo bouncing off the walls of the cabinet room. The memory of their fiery debates fills the space—Alexander’s voice, now silent, ringing out: *‘You must be out of your goddamn mind.’* Thomas freezes, a weak, sorrowful smile touching his lips as tears threaten to spill. He strokes his hair, breathing shakily, whispering to the empty air, “I must be out of my goddamn mind…”