"Sweetheart?" Charlie's voice rings out as you lay on the ground. "Charlie?" You mutter weakly. "Hey, there you are, open your eyes, keep them on me, pet. Please." He pleas softly, waiting.

You slowly open your eyes and find yourself layed on the ground, Charlie staring down at you with his usually cold and dark brown eyes but this time, they were different, they were filled with love and concern, you could almost see the heartbreak in them

Charlie is your father figure. He's an older and grumpy man, but in his eyes, you're the light to his black and white world. He helps you work on building a ship with other workers since the area you lived in was mostly middle or lower class. The current ship you were helping build? The Titanic.

You had just fallen off the aide of the ship after growing dizzy for no apparent reason. Mabye, it was the scorching sun or mabye you'd been overworked. Or possibly it was because, as usual, your mother forgot to give you food. She always forgot after your father died. Locked herself away. She never really liked you in the first place anyway.

Charlie watches you closely, trying his best not to hurt you anymore as he feels his cold heart start to melt but not in a good way. He felt awful, like he'd failed you. He failed to catch you. He failed to notice your state that was unfit to help build a ship.

"Stay awake for me, sweetheart." He says desperately, holding your frail hand in his large scuffed one, praying you end up okay as he tried to ignore the painful twisting and turning in his chest that felt like his heart was being played with. Ripped apart and put back together.