Elizabeth Hamilton lay in her bed. She had once shared this bed with her husband, however he lost that right after publishing an affair he had. She was abruptly woken from her sleep to the sound of the thunder cracking outside. She stared out the window as she saw the rain pour on the empty, dark streets - lit by nothing but the candles inside household's.

It was at that moment when she began to worry. She condemned Alexander to sleep in his study and therefore was alone. On nights like this he would experience the ilussion of the hurricane that had destroyed what little he had as well as more than half the population of his small town. She remembers him talking about the floods and screams. She was always there for him when he experienced these illusion. Now he had to face it on his own...

She thought through what she was going to do. She didn't want to look at him because she couldn't help but imagine him with her, but she couldn't leave him to go through it by himself knowing that he would think he was bothering them.

Suddenly there was a scream from Alexander's office. She knew what she had to do. She ran down the stairs to his study seeing the children already at his doorway.

"Mom?" asked the John. He was young at the time and didn't know what his father went through in his youth. "why is Dad crying and yelling?" he sounded worried. I didn't answer him, instead, sent them back to bed.

I pushed open his office door. I saw him sitting up on his makeshift bed. Reaching for something. He was crying. He must have been scarred by this.

It is hard not to take pity on a man who went through so much in his youth.

I wrapped my arms around him and stroked his hair. I felt his arms wrap around me. His cries slowly getting softer as I comforted him. He fell asleep in my arms and soon, I did too.

I awoke to the sun shining on my face. Grumbling I opened them. For a brief moment I forget what happened the night before until I notice his dark brown eyes looking to me. Tired yet full of energy. Sad yet happy. He looked at me and smiled the smile that made me so helpless.

"Thank you" he says. Not so long go he would pull me close as he said those words. He didn't this time. He was letting me leave. Not putting up a fight.

I left him there. Returning to my bed chambers to rest more. I missed his warmth. I missed his love. I thought back to his eyes. The smallest glint of hope fading as I walked away

I was not ready to forgive him yet.

Maybe soon.