Dementophobia || Sanders Sides

2. The Day

I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! Thank you to everyone who's reading this.

TW: swearing, stalking, Mentions of blood/murder,

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Virgil was very aware that he was being followed. Every single day was the same. The person really wasn't a very good stalker, since it was always very easy to tell who was constantly around. It hadn't taken very long to figure out which face was that of the stalker.

He walked into the local cafe, shooting another glance back at the person. He appeared to be around Virgil's age, with beautiful brown hair and lightly tanned skin. In other words, he was disgustingly gorgeous, which annoyed Virgil more than the fact that he was being followed. A hot guy was going to get noticed, which would get him noticed, which would ruin the whole 'staying under the radar' thing he had going on.

"Hey Virgil," Kayla greeted. "You ready for your shift?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," Virgil muttered. "I don't understand how you can be so chipper all the time. It's like you're made of rainbows."

"As a lesbian, I'm definitely made of rainbows," Kayla said cheekily. "Now come on, help me get this place ready to open."

They worked quickly, making sure the tables were clean and the drinks were ready to be made as soon as they opened. Once everything was ready they opened, letting the small stream of customers flow in.

The morning shift was always busy, yet it was also quite calm. Most of the customers were tired and looking for a quick breakfast before going off to their own jobs. They minded their own business, never sticking out too much from the normal flow of humans in the city.

Virgil liked the morning shift for that reason. No one stuck out, and neither did he. The atmosphere was too calm for anyone to be worried about what had happened in the night, and any anxieties he might have had about getting caught could melt away.

The cafe felt safe and familiar. It was a place he could separate himself from the darker part of his personality. He could never get away from it completely, as it was a part of him, but he could distract himself from the urge to see blood spill onto the sidewalk and in dark alleyways. But of course, distractions only last for so long.

The bell on the door to the cafe rang, sounding out the entrance of a customer. Virgil looked up from the counter to see who it was and resisted the urge to sigh. Of course, it was the stalker.

He never ordered anything, even though he came in every day Virgil worked. He always just sat there. There wasn't a rule to stop people from sitting in the cafe without ordering something, but that didn't mean it wasn't annoying.

Today was different, though. He came up to the counter with a charming smile that made Virgil want to stab him, though that wouldn't have taken much. It pissed him off how normal the stalker looked, and how he never seemed out of place everywhere. It was like he was made to fit into the world perfectly, and not a single person noticed anything off about him. Some days it was like Virgil was the only one who even noticed he was anything out of the ordinary.

"How can I help you today?" Virgil asked. His voice was flat and devoid of any emotion. It was then he decided that he liked it better when the man sat down and didn't speak to him. People were an annoyance unless they were bleeding out, and he was the same, if not worse.

"I'll just have a hot chocolate." His voice made Virgil want to either stab himself or stab him. Either way it would end the pain of having to hear him speak.

Not that his voice was unpleasant. It was pleasant in the most bothersome way. The way that would've made his mind flood with warmth if he hadn't wanted to stab him instead. Anyone else would've melted, but Virgil just seethed.

"That will be three fifty." Virgil forced himself to keep a neutral expression. "What name do you want me to call when it's done?"

"My name is Roman."

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