His life has become what can only be known as a living hell.
He stares at his face in the bathroom mirror, the permanent lines of worry and stress that come with working the stock exchange. He stares into the eyes that used to be so much bluer when he was young, as blue shards of ice.
The worrying has worn on him in more ways than his appearance.
He hopes he dies on this ship. He hopes he will never have to sleep in this hotel room again, never have to think about Charlotte...
That last one is impossible.
She is always on his mind. Her eyes, her smile, her laugh. She was beautiful, smart, funny. Everything he'd ever wanted. It astounds him everyday how someone so perfect would ever have succumbed to illness.
He doesn't sleep. Hasn't slept fully in months. It's slowly killing him from the inside out. Filled with guilt, anger, fear, betrayal...who wouldn't be up half the night with that kind of turmoil inside?
Level Two has begun.
And Charlie Morse is not, and never will be, ready for what lies ahead.
Well, He thinks, Here I am.
Author's Note: Just a short one-shot centering around Charlie(Alan Ruck), set after the last episode. Reviews much appreciated! :)