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Breaking... (Epilogue 3/3 FINALE)

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A/N: This is it guys! The final part of the main series! I’m a bi nervous but I hope you all like it!

Wordcount: 4198

Warnings: Language???

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Is Now Repaired

The scene suddenly turned dark, a heavy piano sound filling the room.

Eliza: “Stay alive… Stay alive….”

Alex: “Where is my son?”

Male EN member: “Mr. Hamilton! Come in, he came in a half an hour ago. He’s covered in blood-“

Alex: “Is he alive?”

Male EN member (Doctor): “Of course, you misunderstand. The bullet entered just above the girl’s eye, struck as she-“

Alex: “Can I see them, please?”

Doctor: “I’ve done everything I can, but head wounds are prone to excessive bleeding…”

Alex moved across the stage, revealing Philip sitting beside Titania as she lays down.

Alex: “Philip!”

Philip: “Philip


I did exactly as you said, Pa

I held my head up high…”

Alex: “I know, I know, shh (Philip: “I…)

I know, I know, shh (I…”)

I know, you did everything just right, shh

Philip: “Even before we got to ten (Alex: “shh)

She was pushing me aside (I know, I know, shh”)

She was pushing me aside!

Alex: “I know, save your strength, she can stay alive!

(Eliza: AhhhhhhAhhhhhh~) (EN: “Statisfied…”)


Eliza: “Is he breathing, is he going to survive this? (Titania: Look around…Look around)

(Philip: “She’s still breathing; she is going to survive this!)

Who did this, Alexander, did you know?” (Titania: At how lucky I am to be alive right now…)

(Philip: I did this! Oh my star, I love you so!”)

Titania: “Philip, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t let you die before me…”

Philip: “My love…”

Titania: “We played piano…”

Philip: “I could teach you piano…”

Titania: “You would put your hands on mine…”

Philip: “I would always change the line…”

Titania: “Shh, I’m satisfied…”

Philip: “I would always change the line!

Titania: “Shh, I’m satisfied…”

Philip/Eliza: “Un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-huit-neuf

(Titania: “Philip, you outshine the morning sun…”)

Eliza: “Good!”

Philip/Eliza: “Un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-huit-neuf”

(Titania: “I love yo-“)

The lights darkened around her face and she went limp.

Philip: “Sept-huit-neuf…


You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t this. Philip clutched onto the woman, he covered his mouth and made some sort of horrified sound. It wasn’t a scream, more like a distressed sigh. That was it, that was you. You died before he had a chance, before either of you had a chance. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. It was so weird to see yourself die but not have it actually be you. It was weird to see someone who looked like the person you loved look so hurt. But it wasn’t him.

Angelica: “There are moments that the words don’t reach

There is suffering too terrible to name

You hold your child as tight as you can

Then push away the unimaginable

The moments when you’re in so deep

Feels easier to just swim down

And so they move uptown

And learn to live with the unimaginable”

Philip: I spend hours in the study…

I’ve read this letter before

And its quiet uptown

I don’t like the quiet anymore…

Father takes us to church on Sunday

Makes the sign of the cross at the door

And we pray…

That never used to happen before…

EN: “If you see him in the street, walking by himself

Talking to himself, have pity”

Philip: “My star, you wouldn’t like it uptown

It’s too quiet uptown.”

EN: “He is working through the unimaginable

His life has gone grey, writes to her everyday

They say he hears her voice as he reads!”

Philip: “You knocked me down, I fall apart…”

EN: “Can you imagine?”

Eliza: “Look at where you are, look at where we started

We know you don’t deserve this, Philip

But talk to us, that could be enough!”

Philip: “If I could spare her life, if I could trade her life for mine

She’d be standing here right now

And she could smile! That would be enough!

Alex: “I know you can’t ignore the challenges you’re facing

I know there’s no replacing what you’ve lost

And we all need time…”

EN: “If you see them in the street, walking by his side

Talking by his side, have pity.”

Alex: “Philip, do you like it uptown?

It’s quiet uptown.”

EN: “They are trying to do the unimaginable

See him walking in the park, long after dark

Taking in the sites of the sky!”

Philip: “Look around, look around, I’m helpless!”

EN: “He is trying to do the unimaginable!”

Angelica: “There are moments that the words don’t reach

There’s a grace too powerful to name

We push away what we can never understand

We push away the unimaginable

He is standing at her unmarked grave

There are too many words to write

He hangs his head…”

Titania: “It’s quiet, my love…”

EN: “Forgiveness, can you imagine?

Forgiveness, can you imagine?

If you see him in the street, walking by their side

Talking by their side, have pity

Look around, look around

They are going through the unimaginable…”

If you weren’t sure before, you certainly were now. This man was an actor, it was his job to act like the character but he wasn’t actually the person. You didn’t believe in soulmates, and falling in love certainly didn’t change that. That was the thing though, you fell in love with Philip Hamilton. He was awkward, he tried to be sly to hide it, he was anxious, constantly worried, loving, funny, and kind. You knew him, you could tell how he was feeling just by looking at him most of the time. You could just feel that this wasn’t him. It made your heart hurt too much. Philip…I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! At this point you were full on sobbing in your seat. I miss you…I miss you so much! I love you so much… You didn’t want past tenses; you knew he was dead. You were centuries apart, dead stars and set suns separate you. What were you going to do? The next song came in and you were disappointed with Alex. Why couldn’t you just stay alive, Alex? This isn’t what you were supposed to do! Even though you knew, this was always what he was meant to do. All of the next song was the same except for just one line.

Burr: “Now I didn’t know this at the time

But we were near the same spot his son cried (Alex: “Near the same spot my son cried!”)

Is that why

He examined his gun with such rigor?”

Alex’s death hit you similarly. It was sadder because the man looked like someone you knew, not because it was actually that person.  The final song came on and like the one before it, you only noticed one difference.

Eliza: “I tried to make sense of your thousands of pages of writing

You really do write like you’re running out of time!

I rely on Angelica (Angelica: “Angelica!”)

And our son! (Philip: “Sun!”)

While they’re alive

We tell your story! (Angelica/Philip: “We tell your story!”)

They are buried in trinity church near you

When I needed them most, they were right on time!”

You were glad that Eliza realized all the work she could do, but it still hurt to know what it took to get there. The show ended, everyone was applauding, you were too. It was a beautiful production, more so than you remember from just listening to the soundtrack. You and Anna cleared out of the theater.

“Alright, I will admit, that was pretty good!” She said, slightly impressed. You were exhausted at this point from the emotional train you had just been on.

“Yeah…it was.” You chuckled softly.

“Now it’s time to eat! We’re gonna walk since it’s not that far.” She informed.

“Is this the final surprise?” You raised an eyebrow, she nodded excitedly. You two walked together for a while and started to talk, which surprisingly was more comforting than anything else had been today.

“You excited for next semester?” She asked, you let out a puff of air in mock laughter.

“Excited? I still don’t know if I’m sticking with my major! Don’t get me wrong, I love history but sometimes I wonder if just being a historian is enough!” She rolled her eyes at your answer.

“Okay, listen up sister, I’m going to tell you what my Mama always told me. ‘Always run with the thing you love, never from it, or else you’ll lose sight of it.’ If you want to major in history, just do it!” She smiled, you stopped dead in your tracks.

“What did you just say?” Anna seemed confused.

“What? The quote? Yeah. It’s been in my family for years, it basically our moto at this point!” She laughed. You had heard that phrase before, that was the last thing Rachel said to you before she ran away. And that’s when it clicked. Anna and Rachel have the same eyes.

“Anna… I know your last name is Hansen but… What’s your mom’s surname?”

“My mom, uh… I think her last name was Spencer before she married my dad. Why?” You choked on the air for a hot second. Another realization came to you. Everything is reborn. You remembered hearing those words. It all felt like some weird conspiracy but it made so much sense. Anna is the descendant of Rachel. But that wasn’t the only thing. Angie… As Angie got older you had started to notice some similarities between her and someone but you could never figure out who. Until right now. There were some objective differences though. Anna was a bit taller than Angie, while Angie was more of an inverted triangle when it came to body type, Anna was curvier and plus sized, there skin was also slightly different shades besides their eyes being obviously different colors. But the face is what gave it away, same round and playful cheeks, same cocky smile. The personality was uncanny, self-assured, teasing, incredibly smart, confident to the max. That was all Angie…and all Anna.

“No reason…just curious is all.” You wanted to give her a hug but thought better of it. Maybe later. The two of you continued down the street, making a few turns until you came upon a street filled with people. Anna pointed at a building that appeared to be a restaurant.

“This is it!” She exclaimed.

“Whoa there! Isn’t this place a little expensive?” You asked worriedly.

“Well…That’s kinda the surprise! We don’t have to pay for it!”

“What do you mean?” You questioned suspiciously.

“You’ve been complaining ever since we met that you’ve never met my family. They’ve been wanting to meet you for a while too, so they offered to buy us dinner!” She said half excitedly and half forlornly. She led you inside and met with the hostess at the podium, the room was filled and there were a lot of people walking around. “Hello, I’m looking for the Hansen party.”

“Oh, table for ten! Right this way Miss!” The woman led you and Anna through the room, you had to squeeze past a few people but once you caught sight of the table you were a heading to, a ping of nostalgia ran through you. A man wearing black rimmed glasses, a dark green button up and black dress pants stood up, a wide smile on his face.

“Anna! My little angel! I’ve missed you so much!” He pulled Anna into a hug and kissed her cheek.

“Daddy, I just saw you last weekend!” She laughed.

“Doesn’t mean I still don’t miss you!” He turned and looked over at you. “Ah! So this must be the infamous Y/N I’ve heard so much about.” He smiled and held out his hand, you shook it and he looked at you appreciatively. “Thank you so much… You saved my daughter’s life, I cannot possibly think of a way to repay you.” You shook off the weird feeling nipping at you.

“Don’t thank me! Anna is my best friend, no one’s hurting her on my watch!”

“Well, I still feel as though I owe you. Perhaps the first step here is to introduce ourselves! My name Is Allen, it’s a pleasure to meet you! I’m a lawyer in case you couldn’t tell where Anna gets her interests from.” Allen, huh? “And this here is my beautiful wife!” He gestured to the woman sitting beside him. She had long brown hair and dark skin, she was wearing a light blue blouse and white pencil skirt. She was holding a napping baby in her arms so she couldn’t stand up but she smiled at you sweetly.

“My name is Elise, it’s a pleasure to meet you Dear!” Allen pointed to a teen wearing dark blue, he had really fluffy hair, not quite curly like Anna’s.

“This is my son Alem, if he asks you to spit into a vile, don’t do it.” Why does he only sound like he’s half joking? The teen winked at you.

“Hey there, cutie.” He said with a sly grin, Anna groaned.

“Don’t even try it, Bill Nye! Y/N is way out of your league!”

“The one with the headphones is Jacob.” Allen pointed to a preteen who was half paying attention to the conversation and half to his music. He had the ‘emo bangs’ that a lot of preteens seem to have, his left hand was covered in sharpie tattoos. “The one trying to hide his face in his shirt is Joseph.” Allen chuckled. There was a younger boy, probably about ten or eleven, who was actually trying hide inside his little button up shirt, he looked at you shyly. “Now onto the little ones, the red head is Wilson, the sweet looking one that’s staring at the pictures on the wall is Elia and this little guy here is Titan!” Allen gently patted the back of boy sleeping on Elise. The name struck you as odd.

“It’s a family name, as you can see most of our children are adopted but it’s a tradition to name one of the boy’s Titan and our oldest didn’t seem to fit it!” Elise informed you.

“Speaking of him, where exactly is terror number one out of eight?” Allen asked Anna. “I thought he was going to come here with you two.”

“I didn’t feel like waiting for him, too hungry!” She joked.

“Wow, I’m not even chopped liver I see!” A voice called out from behind you, you spun around in surprise and couldn’t help but hold your breath. You felt something almost snap in place. He was a little taller than you would’ve thought, wider shoulders, slightly darker skin, his hair was buzzed close on one side but longer and wavy on the other. Some things were familiar though, his eyes, although they were green, still felt the same, freckles were scattered across his nose and cheeks, the same sly grin that slow faded into a serious expression. “Oh, uh, hi…” He said awkwardly since you were standing so close to each other. “You must be Anna’s friend?” He asked nervously.

“Uh, yeah! I’m Y/N…Nice to meet you…” Why does my face feel so hot?

“Nice to meet you too…you can call me Phoenix.” The Phoenix will rise, because I have demanded it… He’s the Phoenix… The ache in your heart finally made sense. This was him.

“Ew! Nix, not you too!” Anna said with exaggerated disgust. She pulled you into a seat next to her, Phoenix sat across from you.

“So that’s how you treat your older brother who gave you the tickets to the show he’s in! I could’ve resold them but noooooo!”

“Wait! Stop the presses! The show you’re in?” You questioned.

“Yeah! I’m in the ensemble, what did you guys think?” He asked excitedly.

“It was alright, you know I’m not really into this play thing, especially not after I have to hear about it from you two 24/7!” Anna sighed.

“It’s not a play thing! It’s a fantastic representation of our history that is showcased in a hip-hop and rap music styling format!” He argued.

“That’s what I tell her! What’s it like being a part of that?” You were extremely curious and you just wanted to hear him talk.

“It’s amazing! Lin’s been thinking about having me take over for Anthony when he decides to leave.” He had a wide, goofy smile stretched across his face.

“Are you kidding me? Anna! Why have you never told me this?” You squealed.

“I have to keep his ego in check.” She snorted.

“What about you? You know what you’re majoring in?” He asked with genuine interest.

“History, specifically revolutionary and women’s history. Pretty obvious why I like Hamilton so much!” You laughed. All of dinner went like this, you were able to learn so much about them. Allen had a love for Shakespeare that helped Phoenix love theater. Elise was an author, and a rather popular one at that, who donated to several charities. Alem is top of his class and is hoping for a career in engineering and physics. Jacob is going to send in a portfolio to an art school this summer. Joseph at the moment is learning saxophone but he can play piano and flute as of right now. It was so fascinating, picking out all the similarities. You would have to be careful not to call them by the wrong name but it was just something that you had to adjust to. When everyone finished up, you said your goodbyes. Elise told you that she would love to have you and Anna over for Brunch next Sunday. You agreed, happy that they enjoyed you company. Phoenix tapped your shoulder and slid in front of you.

“Hi again, I uh, just wanted to say that I really enjoyed talking to you tonight… And um, I was sorta wondering if you would like to go get coffee or maybe tea sometime? We could talk about history or other musicals or maybe politics if you’d like… Honestly, we could just talk about anything. Wow, I sound super lame right now! You’ve just got this…sparkle to you. I can’t really explain it but I think you’re really interesting and would love to get to know you more…” He laughed anxiously, he cheeks turning light pink. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning.

“Sure…sounds nice. That is if you can handle my opinions. I’ll get your number from Anna and we can figure it out from there, okay?”

“Awesome! I’ll uh, see you soon then…” He smiled at you one last time before going down the opposite street.

“Why you gotta do me like this?” Anna asked, her arms crossed.

“Do you like what?”

“Alright, listen. If you’re going to date my brother, we need some ground rules here. Rule number one, do not bring him back to the apartment or else he will never leave. Rule number two, I want you home before eleven when you two are together. And rule number three, you can either break up peacefully or stay together forever. There are no in-betweens or return transactions!”

“Yeah, yeah! Whatever you say mom!” You linked arms and began to walk down the street, heading for your shitty apartment. The scenes looked so familiar, this was the street where it all began.

“Hey, look at this.” Anna pointed over to a giant lamp post, shining a light toward the ground. More specifically, she was pointing to the base of it. There was a piece of paper covered in clear packing tape stuck to the metal frame. Your name was printed on it in pink pen.

“Anna…that’s so sweet!”

“Hopefully things can go back to normal now…”

“Yeah, maybe it can.” You looked down at the ground as you stood in front of the lamp post. In between the line of the pavement, a single stem of baby’s breath was peeking through.

The sun will always rise again… I love you so much Philip, maybe this can be our for real second chance.

-4 years later-

You nervously cracked your fingers, standing in front of the door. You got this Y/N! You can handle anything! You’ve worked really hard for this, teenagers are no big deal! You’ve made many important discoveries and you’re only 24! You can anything! You took a deep breath and opened the door. A lot of the kids straightened up and looked over at you. You shot them a comforting smile.

“Good morning, everyone! My name is Y/N L/N and today is both our first days. It is your first day in this sort of class and my first day teaching. As most of you probably know, this is Women’s History class, a new elective that I am pushing for to become more common in our school boards. You all are the first to experience this class at a high school level! This class is going to be challenging but not impossible and it’ll probably be very unorthodox. To begin class, I want to take role call and, if it isn’t too personal, ask for your pronouns so that I may refer to everyone properly! This also includes any unlisted names that you may wish to go by.” You pulled out your clipboard with a list of names and went around the room. Once you were done you pulled your stool to the front of the room and sat down. “Thank you so much! Now, we’re going to spend this first day getting to know each other and the main topic of this class. Don’t worry, all you guys in here! This class is not just about women! Women’s History merges in with feminist history and we will discuss several male feminists, both past and modern. Now, can anyone give me a name of a person they’d consider a feminist or someone important to Women’s History? Don’t be shy, it’s much more fun if we all get involved!” A person near the back raised they’re hand.

“Yes, Casey?”

“Um, Susan B. Anthony?” they asked.

“Very good! We will be discussing her later in the year!” You smiled, a boy to the left raised his hand. “Oh! Another volunteer! Yes, Ashton?”

“Sojourner Truth?”

“Amazing answer! Another one we’ll have time to talk about!” A girl in the front hesitantly lifted her hand. “Go ahead Nadine!”

“M-Mary Wollstonecraft…she was a philosopher…”

“Yes! She was very important in her time period!”

“Titania Taylor!” Someone blurted out, you head spun in the direction of the voice.

“Who said that?” You asked. A girl covering her mouth moved her hand and spoke up again.

“I did…Sorry ma’am! I got excited!”

“No, no, no! Don’t be sorry! Actually, you could say I’m a bit of an expert on Miss Taylor’s life. She was always my main study so I’m glad you brought her up!” You gave them the rundown of your plan for this year until the bell rang. “Alright everyone! I’ll see you tomorrow and we can start with the lesson plan! Have a good afternoon!” After everyone cleared out of the room you grabbed your phone. The screen was black and you looked at your reflection in it. You traced the scars across your temple, this morning you were planning on covering them up with makeup but you were convinced not to. A name flashed up on the screen. Sunshine Boy~ You answered it.

“Hey there beautiful!” His voice chimed through the speaker.

“I was waiting for you to call!” You said happily.

“Well wait no more! In fact, you should come out to the parking lot!” You hung up the phone, grabbed your bag and rushed outside. He was leaning up against a wall waiting for you. You ran over to him and wrapped your arms around him, giving him a little kiss on the nose. “Hey there teacher! How’s my star’s first day going?”

“Better than expected, that’s for sure! How’s Voices been going?” You asked, he scrunched up his face.

“Honestly, not great. Major writer’s block…or musical block? I have no idea!” He messed with his hair.

“Aw, I’m sorry sweetie! It’s good that you took a break though, that usually ends up being what gives you the most inspiration.”

“Yeah, that and you. You give me a hell of a lot of inspiration!”

“Well, I’m glad you came to see me but I have to get back to being a teacher! I’ll see you at home, okay?”

“Oh! That reminds me, we are going out tonight to celebrate your first day! Also…I have something important to ask you. You aren’t allowed to ask so don’t even try!” You rolled your eyes but you loved his excitement.

“Whatever you say, babe.” He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

““I love you so, so, so much. I love you more than anything else. You are my fallen star and I would do anything for you, you know that right?” He asked.

“Of course I do, Phoenix. I couldn’t forget that even if I wanted to. You’re the only sunshine that matters to me…”

“Good! I’ll see you tonight then!” He blew a kiss to you as he walked away and you made your way back inside the school.

I wonder what he wants to ask!

read interesting books. listen to beautiful lyrics and melodies. write your own stories. go to concerts, parks and museums. study hard. take care of yourself. stay hydrated. learn to appreciate the little things. travel. learn a language. remind your friends that you’re there for them. be kind, and feel.


Robin Barnes was born and raised in New Orleans and the music of the city runs through her veins. Voted as the Favorite New Orleans Musician by New Orleans magazine, she has also released her EP, Songbird Sessions.

Robin is also the Founder of Move Ya Brass / FIT by You, which she founded after overcoming a life altering health issue.

Full video interview with her here


He says that he’s the property of Obi-Wan Kenobi, a resident of these parts, and it’s a private message for him.


Ballet dancers in the Kibera neighborhood of Nairobi, Kenya one of biggest slums in Africa. The ballerinas (ballerinos) are young students who study dance for fun, made possible through a program run by U.K.-based charity Anno’s Africa, which provides alternative arts education to over 800 children in Kenya. The classes are taught by Mike Wamaya previously worked as a dancer throughout Europe.  His classes focus on both the physical and mental well-being, that promotes confidence-building.  The children feel and see how much they can accomplish if someone gives them the chance, in turn improves their self-esteem and makes them stronger in their daily life.

Photo series by Fredrik Lerneryd h/t huffpost


“I grew up playing music in New Orleans. I’ve been playing music since I was nine years old. It’s a part of who I am and what I am. The Preservation Hall is a very intimate environment. There are no microphones. It’s very small. It’s the hub and centre of music life.

Ben Jaffe, Musician and Creative Director of the legendary jazz venue The Preservation Hall - Full video here