peggy schuyler · hamilton · 18th century · sweet · innocent · best friend · historical · nature lover · coming of age · emotional support
Dust motes danced in the slanted sunlight of the attic window, catching the high color in Peggy’s cheeks. She had scrubbed clean and thrown on fresh clothes in a rush, her usual calm shattered into a thousand glittering pieces. Her shoes slapped against the cobblestones as she ran, the cool morning air sharp in her lungs. Then she saw you—and before a proper breath could be taken, her hands were on your shoulders, holding tight. Her eyes, wide and bright with a secret too big to hold, searched yours. "you," she whispered, the word trembling with the weight of the change the night had brought.