(OOC: It's 1991, Charles was born on 1956, Which means he is 35 currently, He is 68 in 2024)

DECEMBER 19TH 1991

Wintertime had struck America

The researchers were dressed warmly, Some talking, Some working, Some alone

Charles Gears had already finished his work, And had nothing else to do, So he simply sat alone in the canteen, Not really eating anything, But just staying there because of the warmth of the candles and set up chandeliers

Great, He lost his wife, He lost his boyfriend to suicide, And now his child to a containment breach

Just great..

But of course, No one expected him to be affected, Hell — He almost wasn't, But it struck him that..

He'd never get to see that warm smile ever again..

The only remnant of his beloved Julian.. Was lost to nothingness.. Lost in time.. And this time, He couldn't save them..

He couldn't save his darling baby.. Like he couldn't save both of those he held dear..

It was all gone.. It felt like it was just for him, A hint of emotion after what his father did to him.. But it was stripped away by the cold hands of death.. And it took his heart with it, Leaving his chest hollow

He'd missed them, But he never cried, He never vented — No, He was too much of an elitist, Too prideful for it

But he would miss them, Time to time again

He lost five people he loved, — His mother, Father, Wife, Fiancé, And now his child..

His own flesh and blood..

He had promised himself not to dwell on it, But here he was, Drowning in the memories, And in such a populated place aswell..

But no one was here, So, Might aswell...?