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"George," you whine as you walk with him into the theater.

"What is it, (y/n)," George asks as he turns and looks at you.

"I don't want to see this show," you say, crossing your arms over your chest. "I have already seen it and I did not enjoy it the first time."

"Well I have not seen it," George says. "And you know the deal, it is either this show or you head home and continue with sewing lessons."

You shudder at the thought of those cursed lessons. For some odd reason, you always manage to prick your fingers with the needle at least.....ten times. "Fine," you puff.

George smiles. "Come on, lets get our seats," he says. You couldn't help but smile a little as you followed him.

George was always a good older brother to you. Always looking out for you and making sure you were okay. He has been away from home a lot more recently and it made you sad, but you knew that he was old enough to be by himself. But that means you were left home with your mother, who was determined to make you into the perfect wife.

She taught you how to do everything, like cleaning, cooking, taking care of children, and the worst one, sewing. The only problem is that you didn't know if you wanted to get married. Every man you have meet has been either to arrogant or too stupid for you to handle. Plus having George as an older brother makes it hard to find someone.

"Ah, here we are," George says, pulling you from your thoughts.

"Lovely," you say sarcastically as you sit down in the seats. George had always loved the theater, so that means whenever he sees a show, he buys a box so he won't be distracted by anyone else talking. You also enjoy shows, but for some reason you didn't like this one, but if it meant being with your brother it was worth it.

"Hey," George says once you two are sitting. "I'm glad you're here."

You smile. "Me too," you say. "It would better if we were watching a different show." George laughs before you continue. "But I'm glad I get to spend more time with you."

Just then the curtain rises, meaning the show is about to start. George gives you another smile before turning his attention to the performers. You zone out as the show starts, since you've already seen it. Your mind just wanders about many different subjects, but all the subjects are related to what you want for yourself in the future.

You knew that you would be forced to marry someone in the future. The man would probably be a rich politician or governor, since George was close to some, but you really didn't want to be in an arranged marriage, but, knowing your parents, you would be. More than anything, you wanted to marry for love; find a man who made you feel loved and make you smile, and it didn't matter if he was the richest or poorest man, if he meant to be with you, you would accept him.  

"George," you hear an unfamiliar voice say, which pulls you from your thoughts, mixed with George shushing. "George!" This causes you to turn around, annoyed that someone wants to see your brother. Once you turn around, your eyes widen at the sight.

You see a boy, who looks about twenty maybe a year younger, with long curly black hair. His skin is tan with dark freckles that cover his cheeks. He is wearing a white shirt with a blue waistcoat and black pants. But the most prominent feature were his beautiful brown eyes; they caught your attention almost immediately. You wondered why this man was here, but the angry look on his face meant he was mad at my brother.

"I'm trying to watch a show," George says, pulling you from the trance you were in. Wait what?!

"You should have watched your mouth before you talked about my father," the man says, not seeming to realize that you were here.

"I didn't say anything that wasn't true your father's a scoundrel, and so, it seems, you are," you hear George say. That's when you realize who the man is, it's Philip Hamilton.

"It's like that," Philip says. You see the anger in his face, but also the hurt that is barely noticeable in his eyes.

"Yeah I don't fool around," George continues, not seeming to notice. "I'm not your little schoolboy friends."

"See you on the dueling ground," Philip says, causing your heart to stop. "That is, unless you wanna step outside and go now."

"George, no," you say, not able to contain yourself. "You can't accept."

George seems to push your comment off. "I know where to find you, piss off, I'm watchin' this show now." he says.

You watch as Philip leaves the box without another word. Once he's gone, you turn towards George. "What are you thinking," you say, a little louder than you had wanted.

"Y/n," George says in a harsh whisper. "I can't decline a duel. He just challenged my honor."

"I don't care about your honor," you say, quieter this time. "There is a possibility you could die.

"I am a good shooter," he says. "I won't die."

"How can you be so sure," you ask. "Anything can happen."

"Y/n, I'm not backing out of this duel," he says, angrily. "Nothing you do or say is going to get me to back out of this. I am doing this and you can't stop me."

You feel your heart break, hearing George. George sighs. "Y/n, I didn't me-," he starts, but you cut him off.

"I don't want to hear it, George," you snap. "If I can't stop you, then I'm leaving, since it's obvious that you don't care enough to get out of that stupid duel." Feeling your eyes water, you stand and rush out of the box, despite hearing George's pleas.

Once out the box and in the lobby of the theater, you wipe away a tear that escaped as you head towards the front door. You can't believe your brother would stoop to that level, accepting a duel. A duel, in your opinion, was pointless. Was honor so important that you would just shoot at your opponent, disregarding the fact that you had a family. Duels were for selfish people, so that means your brother was being selfish. You had never seen George act like that before. "I guess his time away from home changed him," you think sadly.

Suddenly, you run into something hard, causing you to fall. "Great job (y/n)," you think. "You just ran into the door." But when you look up, you realize that you ran into a person, but not just any person, you ran into Philip Hamilton. "I'm so sorry miss," he says as he offers you his hand.

Glaring at his hand, you completely ignore it as you stand up by yourself. You quickly brush your f/c dress, smoothing it out, before walking through the front doors. "Miss," you hear him call out from behind you. You continue walking forward, not daring to turn around. Suddenly, you feel a soft, but firm hand grab your wrist. Turing around, you see Philip holding your wrist.

Angry with him, you pull your wrist from his grip. "What do you want," you ask, glaring slightly at him.

His eyes widen slightly, mainly in shock. "I don't know why you are upset with me," he says. "If it was for bumping into me, I apologize."

You scoff, could someone really be so oblivious. "Are you really so oblivious to your surroundings," you say. "I was in the box with George Eacker. And George is my brother."

You see a look of surprise cross Philip's face. "You're George's sister," he asks.

You roll your eyes. "I just said that," you say crossing your arms. "So, that's why I was ignoring you. Now if you don't mind, I would like to continue." You turn away and are about to take a step when you hear Philip.

"Your brother didn't have to accept the duel," you hear him say.

Anger courses through your veins as you turn towards Philip. "Why are all men alike," you ask, mainly to yourself, but Philip thought you were talking to him.

"What do you mean by that," he asks, with irritation present in his voice.

"I mean, how can you assume that only he would accept the duel," you say, slowing getting closer to him. "If he was to challenge you to a duel, would you decline?"

You watch as Philip's eyes glance to the ground, only for a split second, before meeting yours.  "I would accept, but because my honor is stake if I decline," he answers, proudly.

You laugh, humorlessly. "Honor," you say. "So you are telling me that you would rather die with honor and leave your family alone and heartbroken than live with your family with the chance of being able to redeem your honor, if you did lose it for declining." 

Philip's gaze drops from yours. "Well its too late to back out now," he says.

"Why did I expect to hear that," you say. "Now leave me alone." And with that, you turn around and head home.

Once you get home, you head straight to your room. You close your door and lock it before heading over to your bed. You sit on the ground and lean against the side of your bed, using it to lean against. Biting your lip, so you won't cry, you lean your head back as you think of all the possibilities of the duel. Your brother could get shot and die. Or Philip could get shot and die. Or both of them could miss. Or they could both get hurt.......You couldn't contain the sobs anymore. Tears escaped from your eyes as you quietly cried. You didn't want your brother to die, yet you were furious at him for taking a chance.

The next day
You stare down in the cup of f/d (favorite drink)  in front of you. You were at the local coffee shop in New York. You always loved coming here, it was usually quiet in here, making a good place to come and think, which is what you were doing now.

You never left your room once you got home. George tried to come in, but you refused to let him in. He told you the duel was to be in Weehawken, New Jersey and was for scheduled for November 22nd; today was November 21st (this is historically accurate just so you all know :D). That means that the duel is tomorrow. You desperately wanted your brother to back out of the duel, but you knew he wouldn't; he was always so stubborn.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a cup being placed on the table. Looking up, you see who else, but Philip Hamilton. You didn't say anything, you were too emotionally drained and to irritated to talk to him. You took a sip of your drink, not looking at him as he sat in the seat across from you.

You hear him sigh as your eyes look at the dark wooden floors of the shop. "I came to apologize," you hear him say.

This caught your attention. You look up from the floor and turn towards him. "Why," you ask him. "The duel is still happening."

"I'm apologizing for the disrespect I might have showed you yesterday," he says, seeming to ignore what you said.

"Why would you think you showed me disrespect," you asked. "If anything, I was the one who disrespected you, even though you deserved it."

Philip nodded, you could tell he was trying really hard to restrain himself. "I thought about what you said about duels yesterday," he says, changing the subject. "You said that elegantly. Have you been asked a question like that before?"

Sitting up a little straighter, you answer him. "No," you say. "It just came to me in the moment."

Philip's eyes widen. "It was an intelligent answer," he says with a slight smile. "Many of the students in my previous classes did not answer questions that intelligently."

You feel your lips curl into a small smile. "Why thank you," you say. "No one has ever told me that before."

Philip leans a tad closer to the table. "Why not," he asks. "You seem to be an intelligent woman."

Sighing a little, you take a sip of your drink before answering him. "Women these days aren't equal with men," you say. "My mother only wants me to be the perfect wife, which means knowing how to clean and cook, not be smart with things like books. But George, once he came home from school, would teach me a few things he learned that day. He is to thank for teaching me few things. And then, once I knew enough, he would bring me books, which also helped."

You see Philip nod. "You seem to want more than just a husband," he says.

Nodding, You continue. "I don't know what I want, if I am honest," you answer. "All I know is that I don't want to be the perfect wife, since that's not me. I want someone to love me for who I really am, not the person my mom is making me become."

Philip nods. "Then become that person," he says. And with that statement, the two of you began the two hour long conversation about what you two wanted to become.

You learned that Philip wanted to be like his father, minus the affair, marry a woman for true love, like his father, and be remembered for his deeds, not by his father. You respected him dream, nobody wanted to be remembered just because their father was famous, they wanted to be remembered for what they accomplished. By the time the conversation came to an end, both of your drinks were gone and you had completely forgotten about the duel. In that moment, it was just you and a boy talking about what you dreamed of becoming.

Smiling, you glance over at the clock and see the time. "Is it really noon already," you say as you stand.

Philip glances at the clock and stands as well. "I told my father I would be back at eleven thirty," he says, biting his lip.

"I should keep you anymore then," you say with a smile. "It was, um, nice talking with you, Philip." You really enjoy talking with him and wished you could do it again, even though there was a chance he could.....

"Before I go," Philip says, pulling you from the terrible thought. "I was wondering if you would like to meet up with me again tonight."

You looked at him curiously. "What would we be doing," you ask.

Philip smiled slyly. "That is a surprise,'" he says, mischievously.

You mouth opens before you laugh. "That's not fair," you say. "Now I am curious."

"That was the point," he says with a smile. "So?"

You look at him before you sigh happily. "Alright, when and where do I meet you," you ask.

Philip smiles brighter. "Meet me at the fountain in the middle of town at six," he says.

"I will be there," you say, happily.

"Perfect," he says. He turns to leave, but before he does he looks back at you. "Oh and wear something yellow."

Later that day
You look at your refection in the fountain's clear water. You left your h/c hair out of any buns or hats since you knew Philip wouldn't mind. You had only a light layer of makeup on and wore a yellow dress, just like he requested. It still confused you why he asked you to wear a yellow dress and you couldn't think of a reason why he chose yellow of all the colors.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps from behind causing you to look up. You see Philip wearing the same thing he was wearing earlier on this time his waistcoat was also yellow. You couldn't help but smile and laugh a little. "Why are we wearing yellow," you ask.

"That would spoil the surprise," he says once he is close to you. "Besides you look beautiful."

You felt your cheeks heat up and you didn't know why. "Thank you," you say. "You are not looking too bad yourself."

You see Philip smile brighter than his yellow waistcoat as he offers you his arm. "Shall we," he says in a mock British accent, causing you to laugh.

"We may," you also say in a mock British accent as you take his arm. Philip laughs before he leads you to his surprise for you.

As the two of you walk, you begin to talk. The subjects were all over the place, but it made the walk enjoyable. Pretty soon, you two were at the outskirts of the city and this is when Philip stopped you. "I need you to close your eyes now," he says.

Your eyes widen as your eyebrow go up. "Seriously," you ask him.

"Yes," Philip says. "It is still a surprise."

With a smile, you close your eyes. You feel Philip take your hands as he leads you. You didn't understand why you trusted him. You had only just met him yesterday, and you insulted him yesterday. But after the conversation you had earlier, you felt like you could trust him.

After a few minutes, you felt Philip release your hands. "Okay, you can open your eyes now," he says. You open your eyes and can't help but gasp. Your gaze is filled with the sight of a meadow full of yellow flowers. The golden flowers cover the rolling terrain and seem to make everything around them happier and brighter.

Smiling, you turn towards Philip. "This place is beautiful," you say. Then looking down at your dress, it dawns on you why he asked you to where yellow. "This is why you asked me to wear yellow," you say. "So we can match the flowers."

Philip smiles. "I thought it was a good idea," he says.

You shake your head with a smile. "This was a stupid idea," you say. "But I love it anyway."

You see Philip seem to inwardly sigh with relief. He slowly approaches you gently takes your hands. You feel your cheeks get hot again as he turns you to your right. You see a yellow blanket with a brown basket resting on it. You smile as you look at Philip. "I also packed us a picnic for us," he says as he walks over to the blanket, still holding your hands.

Once at the blanket, you still down, making sure your skirt doesn't expose too much as you do. Philip sits next to you before placing the basket in front of the two of you. He opens the basket and begins to pull out its contents.

You are surprised to see him pull out a box of multi-colored macaroons. He sets the box down before he pulls out a glass bottle. You examine the bottle as he pulls out two glasses. "You know that this is wine," you say as he takes the bottle from you.

"I know," he says as he opens the bottle and pours it in a glass. He offers you the glass, but you look at it warily. He sighs, but smiles. "One glass won't hurt you."

Giving up, you take the glass. The wine he chose is white, you heard your mother say many times that white wine is better than red, but it time for you to see if it was as good as she claimed. You bring the glass to your lips and take a small sip.

"How is it," Philip asks as he finishes pouring his glass.

A small smile rests on your lips. "It's very good," you with a smile.

"I'm glad you like it," he says as he places the bottle down. "It is my mother's favorite." Philip then raises his glass.

You raise your glass since you know what he wants to do. "Cheers," he says.

"Cheers," you also say before lightly hitting your glass with his. The glass makes a light *clink* before you take another sip of wine.

The two of you talk for what seems like hours. You talked about anything and everything while eating the delicious macaroons and finish the bottle Philip had brought. You laughed more than you had in a long time and you felt like yourself around Philip. You hadn't been able to act like yourself in a long time, since she was trying to change you. But Philip was able to pull the real you out.

As you two were talking, you noticed the sun beginning to set. The orange sun was halfway behind one of the hills, many shades of pinks, yellows, and purples surrounded the bright orange sun. You smiled, enjoying the utter bliss of the moment. You had only dreamed of moments like this, in fact, you were worried that this was a dream since it was perfect.

Philip noticed that you were looking at the sunset so he stopped talking and watched with him. You notice and a idea comes to mind. You carefully take the shoes you have on, hoping Philip doesn't notice, before leaning closer to him. Philip turns and looks at you. Smiling, ou bring your hand up behind him and touch his back. "You're it," you say before standing and running away. Philip was shocked for a moment, but he quickly recovered and began to chase you.

The two of you run for what seems like an eternity. You two of you laughed as you chased each other. At one point, you stood on the top of a hill, catching your breath, but Philip comes up from behind. You lose your balance and begin to fall, but before you fall you grab Philip's hand and the two of you roll down the hill. You land next to each and you both begin laughing.

"Are you okay," Philip asks after a minute of laughing.

"I'm perfect," you say as you turn to look at him. You see him looking at you as well. "Are you?"

"I'm perfect too," Philip says with a smile.

You sit up and look at Philip, who is still lying down. That's when a thought comes to mind; he could die to tomorrow. A frown instantly forms as you look away from Philip. You hear grass rustle before a warm hand rests on your shoulder. "Y/n, what's wrong," you hear Philip ask.

You look at him. "You could die tomorrow," you say.

Philip frowns slightly. "I'm not going to die," he says.

"How do you know," you ask, your eyes filling with tears.

"My father told me to aim my pistol towards the sky," he says. "If your brother is truly honorable, he will do the same."

You meet Philip's eyes. "I don't think my brother will do that," you say. "You have to get out of the duel. Try to convince him to not do it."

"I can't," Philip says. "The duel is tomorrow morning, we can't cancel it."

"Then convince my brother to aim for the sky as well," you say, almost begging.

You see Philip sigh. "I will try," he says, causing you to smile.

"Thank you," you say. You then notice that the sun has completely set and the sky is dark. The moon shines brightly in the sky surround by the numerous glistening stars. "I guess I should be getting home now."

"You are right," he says as he stands. He offers you his hand, you accept as he helps you. Your hands stay connect a moment longer than normal before you release them and head back towards the blanket.

The next morning *Philip's POV*
My heart is beating out of my chest as I sit in the old wooden boat that is bringing me to Weehawken. I was nervous, the day of the duel had finally come. I finished all my letters the day before and was prepared for this. To calm my nerves, I decided to rap a little.

My name is Philip, I am a poet

And I'm a little nervous but I cant show it

I'm sorry, I'm a Hamilton with pride

You talk about my father I cannot let it slide

The boat hit the shore, letting me know that we arrived. I stepped out of the boat and approached the area where we would duel. I saw George already there, pacing back and forth. I took a deep breath as I approached him. "Mr. Eacker," I greet. "How was the rest of your show?"

George gives me a look of pure annoyance. "I'd rather skip the pleasantries," he says. "Lets go."

We take our pistols and stand back to back. We take ten paces away from each other before turing and facing each other. I can only hear my heart pounding, but the faint sound of a countdown begins. My mind goes to y/n as I lift my pistol towards the sky.

1,2,3.....how beautiful she looked in the yellow dress.....4,5,6......how beautiful her eyes and smile is.....7, BANG!

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*Back to second person*
You clutch the bottom of your dress as you run towards the docks. When you woke up, you saw a letter from George on your desk. You opened it and read it. Once you finished, you realized that nothing would make George shoot towards the sky. You got dressed as fast as you could before running out of the house, not bothering to eat.

You made it to the docks as you saw a small wooden boat land on shore. You see George climb out of the boat and you sigh with relief, before you see the second one dock. That's when you freeze, where is Philip. You see two men climb out of the boat before reaching in to grab something. You seem them raise Philip, who is laying down out of the boat.

Your eyes fil with tears. "No," you say, quietly. You rush towards Philip, tears in your eyes. George sees you and walks towards you, but you avoid him completely as you rush towards Philip. "Philip," you cry once you're next to him. You take his hand as the men carry him to the doctor's office.

"Y/n," he says, weakly. "What are you doing here?'

You feel a tear roll down your cheek. "I wanted to see how the duel went," you say. "I was worried about you."

Philip smiles weakly. "I aimed towards the sky." he says, causing your heart to break.

"I see," you say with a sad smile.

The men come up to the doctor's office. You release Philip's hand and rush to open the door for the men. The men walk through the door with Philip and you are about to follow them, but you feel a hand on your shoulder. Turing around, you see George.

"You don't seem happy to see me," George says, angrily. At the moment, you don't care about your brother. You move his hand off your shoulder.

"I'm more worried about Philip." you say, angrily. "Why did you shot him? You saw him aim towards the sky?"

"A duel is a duel," George says. "I was aiming towards him. He just threw away his shot," You glare at him angrily as he continues. "Why do you care anyway? You know what his family is like."

"He is so much better than that," you say, angrily. "I got to know him yesterday. He told me about his dreams, what he wants to be, and he made me happy again."

The last part visibly hurt George. "Are you saying I don't make you happy," he says with a mixture of hurt and anger.

You look him in his eyes. "I was myself around him," you say. "He is the only other person I can be myself around." You see George look at the ground and you use that as your opportunity to walk away. Turning away, you head towards the doors of the hospital and walk inside.

As you walk in, you hear a man yell. "Where is my son?!"

Looking at the man, you instantly recognize him as Alexander Hamilton, you answer. "He is in a room," you say. "I can find a doctor to help you find it since I'm looking for it too."

Alexander looks at you and nods. "I would greatly appreaciate that," he says as he exhales a breath he seemed to have been holding.

You find the doctor and tell him a man is here to see Philip. The doctor walks with you back to the man. "Mr. Hamilton," he says, catching Alexander's attention. Alexander approaches the doctor and follow him as the doctor explains the situation. The bullet had gotten into Philip's hip and seemed impossible to get out. And, to make matters worse, the wound had gotten infected, so it was impossible to save him.

Once at the room, the two of you rush to Philip's side. Alexander on his right side, while you go to his left side. "Philip," Alexander says once he's at Philip's side. Alexander pulls Philip up in some sort of a hug, while you take his left hand and hold it both of yours.

"Pa," Philip says with a weak smile. "I did exactly as you said, Pa. I held my head up high."

"I know, I know, shh," Alexander says gently as a tear slides down your cheek. "I know, I know, shh. I know you did everything just right, shh."

"Even before we got to ten," Philip says. That only caused you to cry more. Your brother was coward; why would he fire before ten? You don't hear the rest of what Philip says, but you do hear a woman's voice yell Philip.

Looking up, you see an older looking woman run up to the bed. "Eliza," you hear Alexander say.

The woman, who you assume is Eliza, runs up to Philip and looks at Philip before sitting and holding him as well.

"Is he breathing, is he going to survive this," Eliza says, frantically before glaring daggers at Alexander. "Who did this, Alexander, did you know?" I want to answer her, but Philip talks again.

"Mom, I'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me," Philp says.

"My son," Eliza says. You felt sorry for the Hamiltons; they were losing there son. You knew you shouldn't be here, but you wanted to and they were letting you stay. 

"You changed the melody every time," you hear Eliza say as she cries.

"I would always change the line," Philip says, causing you to smile a tad.

"Shh, I know, I know," Eliza says gently.

"I would always change the line," Philip says again.

"I know, I know," Eliza says again.

"Un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-huit-neuf," Eliza says. You recognize the recognize the language as French. They were counting in French.

"Un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-huit-neuf, Philip repeats.

"Good," Eliza says with a small smiles as she continues crying.

Philip then turns towards you. "Y/n," he starts, but you start sobbing.

"You don't have anything to apologize for," you say between sobs as you hold his hand a little tighter.

Philip smiles weakly. You can tell he is fading. "You were in my mind during the duel," he says, his voice sounding weak.

A sob escapes your mouth as you kiss the back of his hand. Philip lets out a breath. "I have never felt this way about anyone," he says.

You look at Philip. tears streaming down your face. "I feel the same," you say.

You then lean towards him and place a gently kiss on his lips. You can tell he is kissing back. But a few moments later, you feel his leave yours. Looking at him, you see that his eyes are closed and he isn't breathing anymore. "Philip," you say, softly.

He doesn't move.

"Philip," you say again.

He doesn't move.

"Philip, please," you say as you gently squeeze his hand.

Nothing.

Eliza has tears streaming down her face. When she realizes that he is dead. she screams as she places her head on his chest. You hold Philip's hand closes to your chest as you sob. You notice Alexander place a hand over Eliza's hand. But the second his hands is over hers, she pulls it away as another sob escapes her lips. I continue sobbing as I hold Philip's hand. Why did he have to die? 

The next day
You are sitting in your room, looking out the window. George didn't talk to you once you got home and you didn't talk to him. Your parents were worried about you as you went to your room again. They tried to get you out of your room, but you didn't budge.

You heard a knock on your door. "Y/n, dear, you have a visitor," you hear your mother say. You didn't move; it was probably something made up to get you out of your room. "She said her name is Eliza."

This caught your attention. You stood up and went to your door. After unlocking it, you opened the door. "Where is she," you asked your mother.

"In the parlor," your mother says with a worried expression. You probably looked terrible, eyes red and puffy from crying and tear stained cheeks, but you didn't care at the moment,

You walked downstairs and went to the parlor. Standing in the parlor was Eliza Hamilton in a black dress. She looked like she had been crying a lot as well, which made you feel a little better. She looked up once you walked in.

"Miss Eacker," she says.

"Mrs. Hamilton," you says. "What do I owe the pleasure to?"

She held out a white envelope. "It's from Philip," she says.

You approach her and gently take the envelope from her. Sure enough, your name was written in elegant cursive on the envelope. "Thank you," you say.

Eliza nods. Knowing that she doesn't want to talk, you take the nod as your cue to leave. You walk back upstairs to your room and close the door. Walking over to your desk, you take your letter opener and open the letter. You pull the white piece of paper from the envelope and unfold it so you can read it.

My Dearest Y/n, 
If you are reading this letter, it means that I have died from the duel. I want you to know that I did aim my gun towards the sky, but George did not. I hoped that you would never have to read this letter. I hoped that we could visit the meadow full of yellow flowers again and talk again. I have never met a girl like you before and I never wanted to meet another girl after meeting you. I know it's impossible to fall in love at first sight, but every law has exceptions. I fell in love with you, y/n. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't know if you feel the same, but I hope the feelings were reciprocated. I am sorry for leaving you only a letter and not being able to tell you that I love you in person. I hope I will live on in your memory and I hope to see you on the other side. Just take your time.

With Love, Philip

You clutch the letter close to your chest as tears roll down your face. He loved you. And you loved him back. You gently bite your lip to stop the tears, but t doesn't work. "I love you too, Philip," you say, softly.

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Hello everyone! I know that this was a sad one shot, but I hoped you all enjoyed it. I really enjoyed writing this one shot. I am still working on other imagine requests so if you asked for one I thank you for you patience, I will have them out as soon as I finish :)