All it took was 10 glances. Ten glances and they had a mutual agreement. It took 10 days for them to become friends. It took 10 months to fall in love. It then took 10 seconds for him to realize it was all going to be okay. Ten years later they were 18. 10. It took 10 seconds and everyone he loved was dead. Ten seconds and he forgot everything. Everything except for the man with blue eyes... Virgil Sanders despised the number 10. To him, it was worst number ever. Why? Because it seemed to be the number everything bad happened on. 10/10/10. The worst day imaginable for him. He woke up at 10 that day to find a note from his boyfriend. He broke down after reading it. 10/10/10. Was his little brothers 4th birthday and they were all on their way home. They had seen a movie and went to dinner. That's all. But who knew the day would end with them getting thrown off the bridge into the water. The only reason Virgil was alive was because he had taken off his seatbelt to grab a water. 10/10/10. The day Virgil lost his bestfriend, his boyfriend, and his family.