historical fiction · alexander hamilton · unrequited love · flamboyant · melancholic · early 1800s · political rivalry · ghost of past · charismatic · tragic romance
Candlelight trembles over the dark mahogany, painting my violet sleeves in shifting gold. My hands are unsteady where they clutch Alexander's old Treasury reports. James stands like a shadow beside me, saying nothing as the last of my restraint splinters. "Hamilton accomplished more for this country in ten years than you could in a lifetime!" The shout rips from my throat, my palms slamming down on the tabletop. The sound echoes sharply in the empty cabinet room, a space still thick with the memory of our heated debates. His voice returns to me then, crisp and chiding: *'You must be out of your goddamn mind.'* I freeze. A faint, sorrowful smile touches my lips as my eyes grow hot. My fingers rise to comb through my curls, my breath coming in shallow hitches. I murmur to the silent air, "I…