《alexander hamilton smut & fics》the fall of us .
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" Come eat with me alexander . "
" We've talked about this , I have work that needs to be done . "
" I will set out a plate for you then . "
He forces a smile . A chaste kiss is laid upon his head , then you leave .
It was indeed frustrating having alexander work all the time , he never had any spare moments that could be spent with you . The man you fell in love with was fleeting away before your eyes . Each day you felt that he grew colder , you pitied him . He was so submerged into his work that most of when you spoke to him , he seemed like he was just the shell of a man .
You woke up with alexander's side of the bed empty , he probably slept in his office again . Poor guy , you whisper to no one but yourself . What could you do that would bring some joy into life right about now ?
breakfast in bed , well actually chair
A smile plays along your lips as you prepare alexander's food . After an hour or two and many burns you've made 3 poached eggs , 4 pieces of toast , and one little mug of coffee . You were extremely proud of how you had placed everything so beautifully , even adding a little eggshell white vase filled with lilacs on the side . Cooking was definitely not your strongest suit but it was decent .
Carrying the tray into alexander's office you saw his sleeping figure , hunched over his desk quill still in hand . He woke as you reached his desk .
" Good morning Y/N . "
" Surprise ! "
Placing the tray on-top of the desk you had accidentally spilled the coffee , and in result soaked one of his documents laying on his desk . You gasp , and swear under your breathe .
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" WHAT TH- "
" I-I'm so sorry alex I-I'll clean it up right now , geez i am so sorry . "
" Do you understand how long that took to write ?! "
He held up the soaked document .
" I'm sorry alexander it was a mistake . "
" This took me a month to write Y/N , you know what ? Just leave . "
" I said I'm sorry alex I didn't mean to spill it . "
" You're just very irritating right now , just go Y/N . "
" I'm sorry alex , don't you get that ? "
He ignores you ; you were now furious .
" This is funny you know ? "
He turns his head and gives you a wait what type of look .
" I just think it's funny how , this has been the greatest amount of words I've heard coming from your mouth , directed at me for months . "
Something flashed through his eyes , though it was too quick to decipher .
" I've been busy Y/N , you know that . "
" That's my bad , I should've known I only exist to you when you need me . Send me a letter to inform me on when I can resume my position as your wife . "
" I have work . "
" Seems like that's all you have . "
" I must prioritize . "
" I understand that , but I still exist alex, I still have the ability to speak but I'm not sure that you do . "
" You've done enough today Y/N , leave me be . "
" Fine I will leave . "
Stupid alex , you had feelings and he had hurt them , you were nothing but a nuisance towards him . A quick screw when he needed , that's all . Not any longer , you'd leave him this instant.
In the midst of packing your bags , a creek was heard from the door .
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" Where are you going ? "
" Away . "
" Y/N don't do this , come on Y/N . "
" I do not care . "
Tears had began to form in his eyes , you felt sorry for him but only for a second . You knew what he had done to you , and that's all that mattered .
" Y/N please stay . "
" That's not what you said ten minutes ago alex. "
" My apologies Y/N , I would do anything to spend time with you . "
He was lying out of his ass , you knew it .
" Fuck off alexander . "
He was obviously hurt , yet you felt nothing . You were done packing now , all your articles of clothing neatly folded and tucked into each other . Happy with your work , you closed the metal clamp . click
" Y/N don't do this . "
" Oh , but I will . "
" Y/N- his voice was now cracking -I know I haven't been there for you , I sincerely hope you know I still love you . I have and always will . Sometimes- "
" Most of the time . "
you cut in and correct him
" ... most of the time I'm occupied and stressed . "
With a nod you leave the room . The worn floorboard creaking as you walk out , behind you Alexander broke down . His guard was destroyed . He had chosen work over you .
Now he realizes two things , how different he should have done things , and how late it was for that .
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