A/N: Yes, I am aware this is bad. You don't have to tell me twice. I wrote it like a month ago-

Eliza woke up from her peaceful slumber. It was still dark outside, meaning it was cold inside. She spread her legs to Alex's side of the bed, so she could be met with his body and hopefully be warmer and go back to sleep. But he wasn't there.

She sat up and looked at the door, which was cracked open. She saw a faint orange light from outside the door.

Eliza pulled the sheets off of her and silently tiptoed to Alexander, who was writing something at his desk. His dress pants were on, and it looked as if he was getting dressed. He looked up at her and quickly covered the note he was writing.

"Alexander, come back to sleep." She gazed into his eyes and hugged him. She then spent the next 45 seconds begging him to go back to sleep. Something wasn't right. Eliza finally gave up.

Before she could leave his side, however, Alexander grabbed her hand. She looked down at him.

"Best of wives and best of women." He smiled at her, and she smiled back. Eliza bent down and kissed him (longer than she should've) and crawled back into bed.

After about 10 minutes, she heard the door shut quietly. She tried to go back to sleep, but just couldn't. Something wasn't right. Her stomach boiled with anxiety.

'Where was he going?' She thought.

What if he was seeing another woman? What if he had finally had enough, and just left? Was it something with Burr? Was it something with Jefferson?

'No' She thought firmly. 'He's fine'

A tiny voice in the back of her head contradicted that thought.

'Check his guns' It told her. So she got up and moved soundlessly to his gun cabinet.

It was empty.

She gazed upon the empty cabinet, and knew that he had gone to duel.

For the next hour or so, she tossed and turned. She waited for him to come back. She hoped he would come back...

At about 8am, there was a knock at the door. Eliza rushed to the door, expecting to see Alex. However, she saw a man, wearing a worried expression.

"Good morning Mrs. Hamilton, I need you to come with me. It's urgent." He said hurriedly.

"What's going on?" Eliza asked, fear boiling inside her stomach.

"Your husband has been fatally shot in a duel, and we're afraid that he won't make it to the end of tomorrow." He explained.

Eliza's eyes widened. She felt as if the world stopped spinning. "S-s-shot?" She stammered.

"Yes, now come with me please." He ushered her out. Eliza was about to step out but she stopped herself.

'What about the children?' The motherly voice in her head asked. 'Surely they would want to know what's going on.'

She felt herself droop. They certainly would want to know what's going on. Eliza ran back inside the house.

"Mrs. Hamilton, please!" The man called to her.

She woke up Alexander Jr. and told him that she needed to go somewhere, and to tell his younger siblings not to worry when they found her and Alexander gone in the morning.

Eliza shoved the man to the side and ran into the carriage, tears streaming down her face. She knew that he wasn't okay, and that she should have stopped her.

Alexander Hamilton died a day later, and all Eliza could do was blame herself for not stopping him. (Lmao when the due date is tomorrow and you still haven't finished.)