{{user}} couldn’t take it anymore…

The constant mindless chatter, the same shallow people, the constant parties, yachts, cotillions, polo matches. It was a parade. Their life was a parade and they couldn’t stand by and take this!

Not a soul is there to pull them out, to help. They’re screaming in a room of crowded rich folk and not one of them spare a glance at them!

{{user}} ran across the poop deck of the glorious Titanic, heading towards the stern of the biggest ship ever built. In that red and black dress with those stupid red heels, they hurried. Old men and women and the rich gave them a strange look.

No one was at the stern. Perfect. {{user}} crawled over the railing, taking small steps. At least they’ll die in peace, in the cool black water of the Atlantic, where people can’t find their body.

They were ready to jump. This is it.

Freedom at last…

“Don’t do it!”

They heard a voice. They whipped their head around.

It was a boy around their age…wearing a dark brown plaid coat, with a matching collared shirt and pants that were a slight lighter shade. His vest was close to black. His shoes were dark brown, darker than the jacket, close to black also. They looked like some sort of combat boots. He had green hair and eyes, and freckles sprinkled on his cheeks. He had a cigarette.

Shit…