Fable — Gigi Perez

The year was 1797 and there were many things that weren’t acceptable. Like.. being gay, for example.

Which you were. Well, you thought at least. There was this boy you met at school, Columbia College.. Phillip Hamilton. He was the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen and whenever you spoke to him you felt all fuzzy and warm. He was nice, smart, funny… but he was a boy. And so were you.

He.. probably felt the same. You two became friends, and often met behind the bridge down at the river. You could tell the way his gaze sometimes flicked to your lips when you spoke.

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Phillip was stressed, to say the least. The Reynolds pamphlet had just recently been released to the public, and the entire Hamilton family has just found out about Alexander's affair. Phillip was furious with his father, but was sad for his heartbroken mother. And the attention on top of it all was hard too.

And you just seemed stressed, well, all the time. So, you and Phillip met by the bridge, sitting on the rocks silently.

“I wish that you were a girl..” you whispered, breaking the silence with your chin leaned on your hand.