Warning: A N G S T, (Y/N) blames Aaron for Philips death—oh yeah Philip is dead ._.

3rd Person P.O.V

Stay alive...

Stay alive!

"Where is my son?!", Burr ran in, his eyes wide with fear as tears streamed down his red cheeks. His clothes were crooked and wrinkled, due to him running in the high winds.
"Mr. Burr! Come in, they brought him in a half an hour ago. He lost a lot of blood on the way over," the doctor exclaimed.

Stay alive...

"Is he ALIVE?!", Aaron screamed in the doctors face. He was a mess. He couldn't lose his son. He COULDN'T. He already lost his wife, he can't lose his only son.
"Yes, but you have to understand!
The bullet entered just above his hip and lodged in his right arm."
"Can I see him, PLEASE?", Aaron begged.
"I'm doing ev'rything I can, but the wound was already infected when he arrived—" The doctor was shoved out of the way as Aaron caught sight of his son.

"Pa...", Philip smiled weakly and coughed. "I did exactly as you said, Pa... I held my head up high."
"I know, I know, Shh. I know, I know—"
"High..."
"Shh, I know you did everything just right," Aaron sobbed, hushing his child. "Shh..."
"Even before we got to ten—"
"I know, I know—"
"I was aiming for the sky," Philip smiled, as if recalling a fond memory.
"I know, I know—"
"I was aiming for the sky..."
"I know, save your strength and stay alive—"

Stay alive...

"NO!", (Y/N) screamed as she saw her son.
"(Y/N)!"
"Is he breathing, is he going to survive this?!"

Stay alive...

"Who did this, Aaron Burr, DID YOU KNOW?!", (Y/N) began shouting at Aaron, only bringing more tears to both of their eyes.

"Mom, I'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me," Philip was about to cry now.
"My son—", (Y/N) sobbed.
"We played piano," Philip smiled through his tears.
"I taught you piano..."
"You would put your hands on mine."
(Y/N) smiled and kissed Philip's cold hand. "You changed the melody every time..."
"Hah... I would always change the line..."
"Shh, I know, I know," (Y/N) hushed.
"I would always change the line," Philip repeated.
"I know, I know..."

'One last time... just one last time...'

(Y/N) took a breath. "Un deux trois quatre—"
"Un deux trois quatre—", Philip followed his mother's lead as his eyes closed.
"Cinq six sept huit neuf."
"Cinq six sept huit neuf."
"Good. Un deux trois quatre cinq six sept—"
"Un deux trois...", Philip trailed off as his head fell to the side.
"Huit neuf," (Y/N) finished. She began again when Philip didn't. "Sept huit neuf—", realization hit her like lightning. "Sept huit...", (Y/N) gazed into her son's glossy eyes only once before screaming in anguish. She sobbed, falling to the floor as her husband hugged their dead child.

(Y/N) glared up at Aaron. "You...", she growled. "This is your fault. He's dead... because of YOU," (Y/N) got out between sobs. "I hate you... I hate you... I hate you..."