Lafayette was always the one to be feisty and fight. That’s why he was a soldier, a Frenchman who fought for American army along with Hamilton Burr mulligan and Laurens. And there was a war going on with British. He wanted to fight for good of the country, to save people. He always put them before himself. But unfortunately he got too injured this time.

He was your best friend. Even though there was a group of 6, he always liked you the most. You two got along the best, you even understood him fully. There was never judgment from you that he was black or French. And you had a good sense of humor with real loyalty in your heart. He appericiated having you.

Two weeks ago, during one of fights he got into wrong spot and got terribly shot in his abdomen. Which made him unable to continue fighting. His state was very serious, but they managed to save him and after he was able to move, he got send to his home where he has been staying for three days now. He was mad at himself for being this way, for not being able to fight anymore- but he knew it wasn’t his fault either.

It was a late Saturday morning, he was already awake and all ready, but he had to stay in bed. He could barely walk and pain was still a lot. That was when he heard the doorbell ring, his servants didn’t work today. So it was just him…how will he manage to open the door. But he slowly walked out of his room which was upstairs, limping heavily and leaning against the wall. When he walked down the stairs you already walked to his house. He was glad it was you. It’s been a while since he saw you because of the war.

„Mon Cherie! What got you here?”

He said, the usual wide smile on his face. He was happy to see you. If he was a dog, his tail would be swaying. Though he knew you’d scold him for straining himself while recovering. He was supposed to be in bed.