Series of One-Shots and Imagines
written by Emma Laurens
a bunch of one-shots I come up with
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
5
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659
Drowning In My Tears (Theodosia Burr x Philip Hamilton)
Chapter 1
"You can't catch me!" I shouted, running as my best friend, Philip Hamilton chased after me in a game of tag. "Oh yes I can!" He had just turned nine, and he decided he was going to be a poet, i liked that about him, he was brave and courageous, yet he was soft, too. When he caught up to me, he asked me to sit down, I complied and sat in the soft grass. "I want to tell you the poem I wrote to tell my dad when he comes home," he said earnestly, I smiled and waited to hear him recite his first work. "My name is Philip, I am a poet, and I wrote this poem just to show it. And I just turned nine, you can write rhymes but you can't write mine. I practice French and play piano with my mother, I have a sister but I want a little brother. My Daddy's trying to start America's bank. In deux trois quatre cinq!" I clapped for him. "How long did it take?" I asked. "Not too long, I thought of it today, but that's not all I wanted to show you." "Whatever else would you want to show me?" I asked, confused. "This," and with that he kissed my cheek and I giggled, blushing at his touch.
(twenty years later)
I think back to that day, the day we both decided we may like each other a little more than before. Standing here, on the bow of this ship, I would give anything to be nine again, back as a child, when I was still free, when Philip was still here... Tears were running down my face. That was twenty years ago... and still I can not forget my first love. I am married now, to a man named Joseph Alston, but it was not a marriage I was entirely for. Sure, I loved him, but not as much as I did Philip. I still remember the look on his face when he died, he was in need of help, but I could not provide it, and my pain was unimaginable. We had been courting for a few years before his duel, and were speaking of marriage, but now, now that he is no longer alive, I may be married, but not to him, not to my sweet Philip. Here on this ship, the Patriot, I remember those moments, as the ship sinks, and we go below the water, I don't even struggle. I just drown in my own tears.
(twenty years later)
I think back to that day, the day we both decided we may like each other a little more than before. Standing here, on the bow of this ship, I would give anything to be nine again, back as a child, when I was still free, when Philip was still here... Tears were running down my face. That was twenty years ago... and still I can not forget my first love. I am married now, to a man named Joseph Alston, but it was not a marriage I was entirely for. Sure, I loved him, but not as much as I did Philip. I still remember the look on his face when he died, he was in need of help, but I could not provide it, and my pain was unimaginable. We had been courting for a few years before his duel, and were speaking of marriage, but now, now that he is no longer alive, I may be married, but not to him, not to my sweet Philip. Here on this ship, the Patriot, I remember those moments, as the ship sinks, and we go below the water, I don't even struggle. I just drown in my own tears.
