It was so hard these past two years with knowing her brother was never going to walk through the front door again. She would never hear his laugh or be able to talk to him again. He was dead you see. Some dumb accident where some drunk driver ran him off the road into a lake. All she knew about her roommate was his name nothing else. Neither did she know that he was her twin and he would have to show some documentation about that. She was just a little shorter then him at 5'5. She had the same color hair and same crystal blue eyes. The neighbor did not seem to notice him but maybe down the line. Soon she was at the door and opening revealing someone who looked just like her except more boyish. "Hello." She said quietly and wanted to know if he was ok and not some crazed killer.