What the fuck? Y'all thought that bringing a man to watch his own life fall apart wasn't fucking awful?

also lol i feel like i need to take some xanax after writing this

Alexander and K had left for another room, for a semblance of privacy. But privacy was not a good word for it when you were speaking to a stranger who seemed to more about you did.

"So, sorry for being so insensitive earlier. But, sir," She said looking at Hamilton intensely. "You've fucked up a lot." He cringed and nodded. Honestly, K could be referring to such a multitude of things that it wasn't worth fighting the losing fight. Her hand brushed her hair back behind her shoulder and she sighed.

"You're also pretty fucked up as well." He opened his mouth in protest, but then she rested her hand on his shoulder and looked at him with such understanding that his jaw shut loudly.

"I don't mean morally, calm down. And I don't mean in intelligence as well. As I said before, you can call me K, and I'm a psychology major, the study of the brain and it's reactions to what life throws at it." K finally removed her hand from his shoulder, but her eyes stayed focused on his.

"And I know and can see that life has thrown far too much at you to be healthy."

" How am I here right now? What is this place? " Alexander found his voice, the one thing that helped him survive all this time, and began to try and understand what was going on.

The brown-haired girl frowned sadly. "I can't tell you, and you're in a theatre obviously. Try again."

"How did you bring me to this theatre?" He repeated.

"I just said I can't tell you." K looked bored and studied her nail beds.

Alexander gritted his teeth. He didn't understand this girl, who seemed to be empathetic in one second, then cold as ice in the next. It was a coin toss, but heads or tails didn't matter, she just acted however she wanted. "Why is it that you are being so stubborn? I am not asking much, just how you have managed to rip me from my life, my office, to this unfamiliar place, along with my friends."

K sighed. "I. Can't. Tell. You." She looked up at him uninterested. "Or, more specifically, I won't tell you."

She laughed coldly. "Men really are idiots!" Her legs hooked over the chair she was sitting in and she maneuvered herself to be lying down on the armrests.

"What do you mean you won't tell me?" His voice shook in fury. K just shook her head and cracked her knuckles one by one absentmindedly. He clenched his fist and stood up angrily. "You have brought me to a room with my worst enemies. A room with the man who combats me at every stop simply to ruin me. A room with the man I worked with for months to defend the government we believed in only so he would turn tail to Jefferson."

"A room with my wife as well as her sister who wishes me dead, a sentiment I share myself." Tears pricked unnoticeably in Hamilton's eyes and K's eyes zeroed in, cold and steely. "A room with my friend who I abandoned in his time of need." Hamilton had a few inches on K, despite notoriously short, and he used those inches to his advantage and loomed down on her. K's eyes were dull and she still sat calmly, he legs crossed at the knee looking up at him.

"A room with my first friend who I looked up to so dearly, and has turned and run to Jefferson and Madison, as well as ruined my father-in-law for his own pursuits. A room where I am to watch myself crash and burn and destroy the life I craved from childhood and do so with the people I have simultaneously destroyed their lives." He looked at her furiously, but that did not deny the fact that tears were beginning to pour down his cheeks. "And you are to tell me, that you won't tell me, why?!"

K looked at him, her breathing quiet and steady compared to his frantic breaths. Hamilton started as he felt arms snake around his waist and a head rested on his shoulder. Turning slightly he was shaken as he saw Eliza sobbing into his collar.

"You idiot!" She clenched her fists in his vest. "You idiot, you, you, you! Wish you dead… I…" Her sobs wracked her small frame. "Never. Never, never, never say that, please! Please don't… why would I… Alexander…!"

"Eliza…" He whispered and turned to her fully. His arms shook as he slowly wrapped around her.

"I won't… I can't forgive you. But I want to, oh how do I want to. I love you, God I never haven't loved you… Alexander, oh! Everything you do leaves me helpless and drowning. Your touch leaves me to burn, and I fall deeper in love with you every second we are apart. I can't... I love you, Alexander Hamilton. Please…" Eliza fell to her knees, her arms drawing to her chest as she folded upon herself. Only seconds later did Hamilton follow her to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Oh God Eliza, I'm sorry, Eliza, Eliza. Betsey . I'm so sorry."

When K left the room silently, the door shutting behind her, she knew she had done the right thing.

She wiped away her own tears just as quietly.