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Alexander's pov:

What now? Thomas is in his room crying, all I wanted to do was help. Maybe Tomas has some friends that can help him, but then again I don't have a phone and everyone thinks I'm dead.

I am dead, but I'm not. Alexander is dead. Well at least his conscience is. I know that I'm not human, and that Thomas 'made' me to be like Alexander, but I guess something went wrong. What if I try to copy Alexanders actions, I mean I can look at pictures and maybe letters they wrote to each other and see what he was like.

So that's what I did, I stayed up all night reading notes and letters, trying to figure out how he acted. When the morning came I made breakfast, Alex always made breakfast. Thomas left his bedroom and went down stairs "Good morning Thomas" he didn't reply, he only looked down. "How was your sleep?" Again, he didn't reply.

"Are we going to go back to work?"... Nothing "Tommy why aren't you awnsering me?" "For the last ti-" There was a knock on the door, I wonder who it is. "I'll get it" I said going towards the door. Thomas stopped me before I reached the door and pushed me into his room. "Stay here and don't leave" he then closed the door. Rude.

Thomas pov:

When I pushed Al into my room I ran towards the door. "Who is it?" "Umm, the revolutionary crew" that must mean it's Lafayette, Hercules, John.L , Aaron, James.M, and the Schuyler sisters. I opened the door and all of them came into the house. "Hey Thomas, how have you been since, you know" asked James. "I'm fine, thanks worrying" "Tu mens, c'est ça?" "No Laf I'm not lying, I'm just tired" "What smells good?" Fuck, I forgot to put the food away. "Umm, I made breakfast" "Well you made a lot?" "I was expecting yall?" I didn't know what to say, I was under a lot of pressure.

We continued talking for a couple of hours, until they had to leave. "Talk to you later guys" I said waving goodbye. Closing the door, I went up to my room. When I opened the door I saw Al sleeping on the bed.

I was to tired to even fight with him, so I just got into bed with him. Trying not to get close to him, I fell asleep.

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A/N it's short, I'm sorry

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