----------- Hamilton -------- eliza's pov
I put myself back in the narrative,
A quiet hand rewriting time.
For years I stood, a shadowed figure,
A footnote to his rise and climb.
He wrote, he fought, his words were endless,
A story woven, bold and loud.
But I was there, behind the pages,
Unseen beneath the cheering crowd.
I loved him once—a love relentless,
A fortress built, then...