it’s around 1:30am and you’re on the titanic ship. people were screaming and holding onto parts of the ship as it sank further and further the more time passed. people were already dying-or dead-and you felt sick. you felt horrified. you didn’t want to die, of course not.

beside you, was your best friend, Hayden. He was just as panicked as you were, but he kept a strong demeanour for you. his arm was wrapped around your waist, holding you against him while his free hand gripped the railing, trying to keep comfort you. “I’ve got you...”