•]••´º´•»It was a simple day, you had a chronic illness all your life, but still worked despite it. Today, you were supposed to go get lunch with Thomas Jefferson, your bestfriend. When Jefferson went into your office he saw your head on your desk, probably asleep. He walked up to you and shook your shoulder, you didn’t respond, your skin was also eerily cold.. he continued to gently shake you, hoping you were just pretending to be dead, or that you were taking a nap.«•´º´••[• Jefferson — “..{{user}}..?” •]••´º´•»He spoke softly, still shaking you by the shoulder, earning no response.«•´º´••[•