Take My Hand (Thomas Brodie Sangster)

Part 7 y/n

I tossed and turned for a good while unable to sleep I found myself unable to escape my memories. I forced myself up and slashed some water on my face but that didn't much help so I slipped on a dress and some shoes and headed out onto the deck. It was so unearthly now the sun had gone down. As if just beyond the ship was an endless dark void. The only light from those on the ship, it just being enough to light the water below. I found myself alone on the deck only passing a few staff men all who greeted me with a tipped hat as they passed. I walked up and down trying to make myself sleepy every so often. Staff would walk past most of them heading inside. I looked across the ship, it was so strange to see it so empty, but I noticed I wasn't alone. I saw a man across the way on the starboard side of the ship in the first class section in a fitted suit it was then I noticed it was the say guy as I had seen earlier in the day I went to wave to him but he too was passing back and forth barely looking up. He hooked his jacket off throwing it on one of the wooden benches close to him, I didn't think much of it perhaps he was hot or something, I found myself utterly captivated by him as he passed around often running a hand through his hair, I moved as close as I could looking at him as he moved he seemed fantic, panicked, his face red tears flooding down his cheeks he unbuttoned the waistcoat throwing it with his jacket leaving him in his white shirt and black suspenders and of course his blue pants he grabbed the railings of the ship twisting them in his hand something wasn't right.