Confidence

What

Three traits sat and watched a television in a white walled room. They had no idea what they would see but they wouldn't, couldn't, just let Virgil be alone. Even if he didn't know they were there .

Roman's POV

We watched as Virgil went through his day, hoping to find any clues to where he is. After his trip to the bathroom, there's a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Virgil calls as he walks to the door. Sadly I didn't hear the reply.

When he opens it, I noticed someone very familiar at the door. I soon realized why. It's because it's me carrying a large bag of food. But it can't be because I'm here. I look over to see Patton and Logan just as confused as I am. Where could he be that I have a clone?

Then it hits me. He's in the nightmare room. His special room.
Logan and Patton seem to come to the same conclusion. We watch with anticipation, preparing for things to go horribly wrong. What we didn't expect was Virgil and Earth 2 Roman to eat a peaceful breakfast together. When they're finished, Virgil stands up.

"Thanks for breakfast. I'm gonna hop in the shower," He says as he gets up, "and don't worry about the dishes I'll do them later." Then   Roman 2 pulled him in and began kissing him. My face went cherry red as we watched the scene unfold.

When they pulled apart Roman said, "Maybe ill join you in a minute."

A suffocating silence fell over the room. Patton looked to me and winked cheekily. I frowned at him, my face becoming even redder. Logan gave a fake cough, grabbing our attention. He pointed to the screen where Roman 2 was walking into the bathroom Anx had just entered. Thank goodness we didn't have to see inside the bathroom.

After their shower was over Roman 2 left for work. Anx also began to work, writing for hours. When his phone rang he looked up from his book. During this entire shock filled day nothing could have shocked us more than this call.

"Hello?" Virgil answered.

"Yes is this Virgil Sanders?" The voice was firm and deep.

"Yes that's me."

"Do you know Mr. Roman Prince?" What a cliche last name. Although if I did have a last nana that's would probably be it.

"Yes sir that's my fiancé." Fiancé. The word hit me in the gut with a soul wrenching sorrow.

"He was just found dead."