༺♡༻ 1912, april 11th. 9:34pm you’re sitting at dinner with your stuck-up family and wealthy (but selfish) fiancé, in silence and despair. your mother set you up to marry this man, because after your father passed your family lost all their money and you’ve been first-class citizens for many years and by marrying this man, it will put you back into the elite.

you hate this stuffy, aristocratic life. you feel like your suffocating, and that it’s never going to get better. like you were screaming in a room full of people, and nobody even cared to look up.

you find yourself running across the ship, onto the third class deck and to the stern, desperate to escape this life you’re condemned to. you climb over the railing, looking down into the moving water that looks almost black underneath the starry sky.

you hear a voice behind you. it’s a man with long-ish dark hair, in an old black button-down with suspenders and a jacket over it. he’s obviously third class, he looks a little scruffy.

“don’t do it,” he blurts. he sounds little unsure, a half-finished cigarette between his fingers.