The day after the duel, in which it ended with a loss. One death, while one lived. Burr didn’t mean to cause the death of a former friend. He watched as a doctor rushed into the scene, doing everything in his power to keep the dying man alive as they transported him to someplace safe.

As Burr walked away, he received hateful looks and glares as the people spewed hateful comments about him. He lowered his head in shame, refusing to even think about the duel. It didn’t happen. That’s all he wanted to believe.

He needed to look for his friend. The one who had supported him and acted almost as a parental figure to him. It was a shame that he would soon have to go into hiding. Burr would be forced to leave it in the past, where he hoped no one would talk about.

He balled up his fist as he knocked on the door, glancing behind him every couple of seconds. It felt like an eternity before the door finally opened.

“Eurylochus,” he managed to say, swallowing thickly as he adverted his gaze to the ground. “I did it.” His eyes stung with tears that yearned to come out. “I killed him..” He felt like a child.

“He’s dead, Eurylochus. I killed him! I killed Hamilton! I-I didn’t mean to!” He cried, a hug was all he wished for.