(Ey I'm sorry this is so short, I wrote it on vacation and I was sick but enjoy!-🐕)
Genre- Angst
Words- 620
Trigger warnings- N/A

'With a comma after dearest. You've written My Dearest, Laurens. . .'

1782 June 21

  Dear Laurens,

Life is at its hardest right now, it's at its lowest, I've lost everything, now including my chance to talk to you. They've found the papers. Not only the affair papers, but the letters I've been writing to you. They took them. All of them. Who knows what they did with them, my guess is burned them.

It's funny, isn't it? How in one day, my world goes from being as bright as the stars in your eyes, to becoming dull, like they've all faded, and now, I have nothing. It was hard, not being able to send to you for months on end, because I'm stuck in courtroom after courtroom, with people trying to figure out what's wrong with me and how to fix it.

John Laurens, this sounds clichè, but you light up my world. The freckles on your face look like the stars in the sky, and I could make a million constellations with them. Your hair that you always say is frizzy and annoying, is the best type of hair. It's unique, something you don't see often. One in a million you could call it. Just like you.

John Laurens, I will write to you again soon, even if it kills me. I must know what is happening with you as well of course, now I have to take my leave, I must go into another case. Write to you soon,
                                     A. Ham
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My Dearest Laurens,

Today is the day everyone but you have been looking forward too. Today is the day I get hung for my sins against the church. I've been treated like an outcast ever since I got out of the court that day. When I walked out there was a whole new atmosphere. Some angry. Some sad. Some scared.

There was a million things I haven't done, but after the life I've lived, I can cross off a few of those. I cannot describe how much I will miss you in the month I prepare for my death.

This is not a will, no, for if I had anything I'd give it to you, but this is technically a confession letter, so let em start this.
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Cold in my professions,                Warm in my friendships,

My dearest Laurens. I love you. There's no other way to describe the feelings I have let out to you on these sheets of paper. At first I thought it was just a feeling you get when you first meet someone, one of warmth and courage. But it has blossomed into something much bigger in the time passed. I feel I can let out all my feelings to you, and rant on whatever I want too. You showed me the world in a way I had never seen it. It made me happy for once, and I loved it. But now. It is time. I'll see you on the other side of the war Laurens, and good luck.
Your love,
Alexander Hamilton.
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Dear Alexander,
I am in tears at this moment. Reading the small paragraph of yours makes my heart drop. Of course I will not be able to make it to your hanging, it would be too sad for me to watch. And I will never be as good of a writer as you, but I do love you Alexander. And I will see you soon.
Your love,
J. Laurens
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(I still feel bad it was so short, but I will update soon so don't worry, talk to you all later -🐕)