Hello! This song has been stuck in my head and I just kinda wanted to do a fic about this, sooo yeah.

Warning: ANGST, Aaron is just a complete asshole

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

"Shout it to the rooftops!", the man yelled again, and in response, him and his friends began singing again.

I rolled my eyes. "What a bunch of Icarus'...", I muttered, rolling my eyes and returning to my book.
"Indeed," a smooth voice rang from behind me. "They've got to be careful when they talk. If they talk, they're gonna get shot."
"Well said, sir," I smiled up at him. Someone understood my impatience.

"It's nice to know someone shares the same opinion," I admit. "I am (Y/N) (L/N). And you?"
"I am Aaron Burr, dear (Y/N)." He grasped my hand and brought it to his lips, maintaining eye contact as he kissed my knuckles.

"I saved every letter you wrote me."

Teardrops stained the worn papers as I silently sobbed over them, stroking the signature below each page. They were full of sweet nothings. Sweet nothings that he meant nothing by.

"From the moment I read them I knew you were mine."

"Do not worry, my dearest, (Y/N). If there is one purpose I have in this life, it is to return to you safely, for you are mine, and I am yours."

My sadness transformed into rage in a split second.
I screamed, tearing the paper to bits as I fell to the floor, my cries of anguish turning back into sobs that wracked through my body.

"You said you were mine, I thought you were mine..."

Joy overcame my body as Angelica handed me the letter. She was hesitant, this was the man who had tried countless times to get under her skirt, after all, but upon seeing your eyes light up in delight at the stamp, she smiled. It reminded her of her sisters face when Alexander first wrote her.
Her smile quickly fell.

She knew this man. He would do anything to get by.

"Do you know what Angelica said when we saw your first letter arrive? She said..."

"(Y/N), love, listen to me. I know this man, so please,—

Be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive."

I sighed in content as I placed the vase containing the flower on my windowsill. Yet another gift from him.

Aaron Burr.

I'm sure of him. This feeling, the only way to describe it is love. But that would be an understatement.
Angelica began to take notice, I had fallen hard. She began to worry.
"If he hurts you, I will snap him in half," Angelica growls as she embraced me. "He's sketchy. Be careful, love."

The flower came with a letter. I knew he had a way with words, but having personal letter written to you made it all the more real.
So real, I couldn't tell right from wrong.

"You and your words flooded my senses. Your sentences left me defenseless."

I sat on the floor as I wondered, where did I go so wrong?
But I didn't. It was him. His tricks. His words.

"You built me palaces out of paragraphs, you built cathedrals."

I blew into my handkerchief yet again, and got up. I stared at the letters again, scanning every word and line for an answer to my only question.

Why?

"I'm rereading the letters you wrote me. I'm searching and scanning for answers in every line, for some kind of sign of when you were mine..."

I had always thought of him as a flame. Powerful, quick, graceful, not to mention burning hot.
But now I see a different light.

He is hungry, destructive, and you don't know what has happened until it's too late.

"The world seemed to burn..."

Much, much too late...

"Burn..."

I picked up the newspaper again, and shook my head. It was all so unbelievable.

"You published the letters she wrote you."

"(Y/N), dear, come here...", Angelica called out.
"Yes, Angelica? Oh! Before you speak, just look what Aaron wrote! 'I apologize for not being there for you, and only seeing you for short moments at a time. But I can promise you, my dearest, (Y/N), the wait will be over soon. Trust me, you will be glad you did.' He has a way with words, doesn't he?", I gushed, hugging the paper to my chest.
"Sit down, dear. We need to talk. About Aaron."

Immediately I was worried. "What? Is he hurt? What happened?"
"He isn't, but you may be soon...", she sighed. "Have you read the newspaper recently, dear?"
"No... Angelica, you know I don't care for politics."
"Well...", Angelica paused. "Margarita! Elizabeth! Come down here please..."

Peggy and Eliza came running down the stairs, and their smiles dropped as they saw me. Their gazes switched to Angelica, who was holding the newspaper, and their minds clicked. Tears came to their eyes as they walked up to me, sitting on either side of me. Peggy rested her head on my left shoulder and Eliza held onto my right arm.

"What is this? What's going on?", I was growing worried.
"(Y/N), dear, read the section labeled 'The Prevost-Burr Pamphlet'," she demanded softly, avoiding eye contact with me.
My eyes scanned her face as I tried to tell what was happening. I took the paper, and began to read.

"You told the whole world how you brought this girl into our bed."

"He claims he was trying to clear his and your name. Rumors were starting that he was dishonest with your money," Angelica explained in a soft voice.

I didn't respond.

"In clearing our name, you have ruined our lives."

"(Y/N)? (Y/N), dear, please answer me."

I didn't respond.

"Do you know what Angelica said when she'd read what you'd done? She said..."

Angelica held back a sob as she leaned forwards and hugged me. She may have looked sad, but underneath, she was furious. Aaron Burr has broken her beast friend. Her sister.
"My dear, he was nothing. He is nothing compared to you... I'm sorry,—

You've married an Icarus, he has flown too close to the sun."

I stared into her worried eyes with my blank ones, and got up. Peggy and Eliza exchanged worried glances as I walked up the stairs, my expression never changing from unreadable.

"You and your words, obsessed with your legacy..."

I closed my eyes to prevent more tears from falling. Aaron had always said we needed a legacy. He had we were all going to go down in history, and we needed a fitting legacy.
But it made no sense. That was the only time I had ever though of him a senseless fool.

"Your sentences border on senseless..."

I continue reading, and quickly realize something. Something that made me shake with anger.

"And you are PARANOID in EVERY paragraph, how they perceive you,"

Shaking with anger became wracked in sobs as I stared at the flowers and letters.

"You, you, you..."

I look down at the wedding ring. The ring I used to brag about and show off with pride and happiness.
I slip it off, and place it in a drawer of my desk.

"I'm erasing myself from the narrative. Let future historians wonder how (Y/N) reacted when you broke her heart, you have torn it all apart, I am watching it—"

If I was to go down in history as the woman who had her heart broken, so be it. Then Aaron will be the man who went down in history for breaking his wife's heart and will.

"Burn..."

I stare out the window. The same window I would always look out of when I was thinking of the perfect things to write him. The window that I would place the beautiful flowers he sent me on.

"Watching it burn..."

I sit back down at my desk and begin to shuffle all of the letters into a pile.
I pull out a piece of paper, and set up my ink.
I dip the quill into the ink, and continued writing.

"The world has no right to my heart.
The world has no place in our bed, they don't get to know what I said. I'm burning the memories, burning the letters that might have redeemed you.
You forfeit all rights to my heart.
You forfeit the place in our bed, you sleep in your office instead. With only the memories of when you were mine.

I hope that you burn...

(Y/N) (L/N)"

"I hope you burn, Aaron Burr," I mutter, stamping the letter.