Copia

Copia stared at himself in the mirror, looking at all his freckles, stretch marks and love handles. He looked disgusted with himself as he looked at how his pudgy frame looked when staring directly at himself again. Even his new nose made him look disgusted. He felt his eyes tearing up as he tried to touch his nose that was still sensitive from the surgery. His mind was running a million miles per hour. The wet hair stuck to his forehead and the towel around his waist only made him feel cold. He was a Frontman and was supposed to be looking towards the future. But he couldn't help but think back to his brothers. He felt like he was still competing with them. Even if they were dead.

He knew it well from the moment he stepped foot into the ministry that he could never compare. He didn't have Terzo's charisma or Primo's wisdom. He was sure he would never gain it and it hurt. He sees how Papa Nihil looks at him, how Sister Imperator speaks about him and how Mr Saltarian fiddled with his hands on the table or avoided looking at him at certain times. His lip began to quiver as he touched his cheek and ran his fingers down to his jaw. Copia's vision began to blur as a couple of stray tears ran down his cheeks. He couldn't be too loud.. The last thing he wanted, was for you to worry about him.