... I don't know. I don't know. Hamilton sat by his tomb stone, silence across the whole grave yard. All the stone heads were in perfect alignment except for Hamilton's. It stood taller than the others, its design more intricate, better crafted.

Hamilton felt sorry. He didn't feel more important than anyone. These men that died were just as important. They probably all had family's that lost them. They were all loved. And Hamilton couldn't even say that himself. He had no idea if anyone still loved him. And there was only one person that he knew would always love him. Laurens.

Hamilton picked himself up, off his grave. He walked out onto the street, and really took time to appreciate that he was alive. But it was hard, so hard, to try to think of happiness when he was only filled with sorrow.

Hamilton wandered the streets aimlessly, alone and afraid. He walk d the streets with his head down. Soon he arrived at another graveyard, but this one was different. It seemed....happy.

He took a look at the plaque on the gate before entering the grave yard. It read: " This graveyard is of those important figures that fell in Combahee River. Please be respectful upon entering the graveyard. Thank you."
Hamilton stood for a moment. Laurens died at Combahee. He wasn't sure if he wanted to enter the graveyard. He wasn't sure if he could bear the sight. His death still hurt him, Laurens was special. He was kind to him, he cared for him, but most of all, he loved Hamilton.

Hamilton stepped into the graveyard.

He slowly made his way across the graveyard. He looked at every stone head and read every name. There must have been at least 100 graves. Hamilton must have re-looked over every grave at least 10 times. It was hopeless. He was never going to find Laurens.

He sat down, helpless and alone. All alone. He whimpered softly as he hugged his knees, rocking back and forth. As the sound of his voice echoed off the graves, there was another voice. Hamilton stopped crying and looked up.

No one was there and the voice stopped. "Who's there?" Hamilton called.

No reply. Hamilton listened very closely.
"I loved him. I died for him." The voice quietly sang.

Hamilton rested on his elbows listening to the soft sweet calls of the graveyard. It was calming, serenading. The voice stopped. Hamilton sharply stood up, eyeing the entire graveyard. No one in sight. Hamilton was almost ready to sit back down when the voice started again.

Halmilton prowled the grassy hill which the tombs were buried. He searched every corner of the graveyard, every nook and cranny. He couldn't find the voice. He realized he would never find it, and searched for a place to sleep instead.

Hamilton spotted a hole in the fence, which he thought lead to a clearing. Hamilton squeezed through the fence and found a small area of grass, overgrown. Trees surrounded the HAVEN
and only let small amounts of moonlight trickle through. The light that did reach the small forrest floor completely illuminated the grass with soft, glowing, light.

In the middle of the beauty sat a small stone, half as big as the others. Hamilton examined the grave. The stone had no markings, worn due to years of rain and snow. Hamilton felt drawn to the grave.

Hamilton stepped closer, slowly by slowly did he reach the headstone. He knew it couldn't be him. Why would it? Some random little offshoot into a picnic area! Hamilton stood baffled.

There was something about the grave that Hamilton stood awed at. Hamilton knew it was him, even though life seemed cruel in the way that never let you have a happy moment, or a lovely coincidence. He knew it was him. He just knew.

Hamilton whispered softly,"Laurens?"

The whole earth quaked. Hamilton dropped to the ground and the shaking stopped. Hamilton crawled to the grave eyes filled with tears."Laurens?"

Hamilton heard a voice behind him.
"You called me?"

Hamilton turned around to find the sight of Laurens, statuesque, towing above him. Hamilton gulped. At the sudden stir of motion Laurens looked down. Laurens fell and hit the ground. He started straight at Hamilton. His eyes widened with bewilderment.

"How are you here?"
"I was going to ask the same thing."

They shared a warm embrace. Hamilton lingered.

"I never thought I'd see you again."

Laurens didn't reply.

Hamilton looked at Laurens. Laurens seemed sad and lonely. Almost like he'd been hurt, besides the fact he'd been shot by a gun. He seemed torn to pieces. Laurens and Hamilton sat in silence.

"I'm sorry," Said Hamilton "so sorry."
His eyes started to well with tears.

"I never meant to hurt you. I needed to go. I needed to leave. I was stupid, I thought I needed people to accept me. I'm sorry."

Laurens looked up at Hamilton. He turned his head away, and started to cry too. "Seeing you with her, I couldn't stand it."

"I don't think I ever told you."
"Right, you NEVER told me about her and-"
"I'm not talking about her. I don't think I've ever told you. I loved you."

Laurens looked up with astonishment. "I never knew you felt that way. If you did we might have been able to make something of it."
"I know."

They both sat in silence. Hamilton bit his lip. "The thing is..."

They both looked at each other. "I've never stopped loving you."

Hamilton leaned in and kissed Laurens, and Laurens, Laurens kissed him back.