unpolished [lams]

Rainy Dreaming

A/N: You should give me a freaking award for this dammed titles.

Alexander Hamilton was defined by many people as a fearless person. He was afraid of literally nothing. At least to people's eyes, that was the case.

Now, little do they know that there was a thing that 'Mr. Never Afraid' couldn't take.

Thunderstorms.

He hated them, despised them with all his soul. They brought back memories that were traumatic in so many levels, it was indescribable. He could feel himself shrink just by the thought of being in the middle of a thunderstorm ever again.

He didn't get any panic attacks, with the years he had learned how to control them. But now, every time there was too much rain and thunder, he just got so...depressed.

He would sit down over his bed in his lonely apartment and just think about all the things he could have done if he wasn't so slow. He could have save his brother. He could have climbed that building with him. They would be living here at the big apple. Both of them, but he was just so fucking terrified and it made him so angry.

Anger.

Alexander Hamilton felt anger every time he thought of that.

He got angry at weather for being such a destroyer. For getting his city streets all drowned taking the lives of so much innocent people. He got angry even at God for letting all of this disaster happen. He doubted about if he should still believe.

He got angry at himself for not being able to do the right things at the right moment.

It was tiring. He felt angry. He felt depressed. He felt completely empty.

One particular day. It was Sunday, which was kind of ironic since the last thing seen was the sun. The sky was dark with gray clouds. Alexander was walking down the street to his house from the grocery store. It wasn't that gray when he went out of his house.

He looked up, still walking. He sighed heavily.

<<Amazing.>>

He thought sarcastically.

As he walked nearer to his place, he could feel the little drops wetting the flesh of his face and arms. It started slowly and just as he opened his apartment door a loud thunder exploded, now giving birth to harsh and noisy rain.

Alex's mind was still assimilating and he sat carefully on his couch, leaving the groceries on a side.

He once more, sighed heavily, brushing his hands over his face. He started having migraine and his body suddenly felt numb. His hair wasn't tied up so he ran his fingers through it, trying not to start thinking about the rain.

Then there was a knocking.

He furrowed his eyebrows and walked to his door. He wasn't very tall to look through the peephole, so he mid opened the door.

There was a boy, no, a man. He had freckles all over his face, long curly hair tied up in a ponytail and the most stunning green eyes Alexander's ever seen. He was, also, soaking wet.

"May I help you? " Alexander asked from behind the door, still confused.

"Uh, yeah, I was hoping I could, probably make a phone call? My Motorcycle ran out of gasoline and my phone died. " The man asked in a shy way, but still clear and strong.

Alexander wasn't very sure about letting him in, but the dude seemed desperate and honestly, if he found himself in that situation, he obviously would like to be helped.