You know, there is always that one person who brings out the good, love, and kindess that one wants to be buried deep inside them. Trying to stay away from their goodness, in an order to punish themselves, trying to fight the need for compansionship, trying to fight that they are wanted.

 Standing opposite him was the Infamous, Luna or Luna Baloona as some people knew her, but to Charlie, he knew her as no one to him. He knew as a simple associate in The Chicago Mob, just like him. Only she had some ins and knew more than him, but he wondered, what was she doing in Philly? Of all the places to be? She must have a connection of some kind for her to walk s freely, something that most of the people in this life did not get to do.

"Well...Luna was it? I am sure that I do not need your expertise in my life, so please do yourself a favour and leave..."

Charlie allowed a smirk to twitch up at his lips, trying to hide the fact that he found it nice this woman was willing to come to him and wanted to help him, but he did not need a freaking mental specialist, he needed a freaking drink, of course, as he said that, his eyes had turned back to the smashed bottle of alcohol, he shook his head. 

His eyes close, trying to fight off the raging thoughts of Alcohol intake and we're sure that he was too lose soon enough, but his head had snapped up, almost as if realising that he had a person in front of him, a person that would be able to see how weak he was, to see how vulnerable he was underneath all the masks and indifference that he spent a better portion of his life building up.

"Why is it that you want to help me? What is your gain in helping me?"

Charlie straightforwardly asked towards Luna, who still stood in her spot, almost as if she herself had decided she was not to move unless given the option to head into his apartment and truly talk about his problems, when there were ears in the walls and everywhere else. 

In this life, you get the taste of two different kinds of people. The ones who pass by you in your life without saying or doing much, and the ones who enter you life and never leave.

In the wind that howls, you're lucky if you find someone that acts like a gentle centre in the midst of all that. Whoever that particular individual is, you better grab onto them and never let them go - because truly - Luna had a fragile heart, and she wanted nothing more than to care for those she knew were genuine. She had a few close friends like Adonis and Ilaria to keep her sane, but she discovered during her stay in Chicago that it was hard for her to make friends easily.

Part of the reason she could blame on herself, but often a friendly greeting would only lead to a short farewell, and the conversation would abruptly end because they were rushing to go somewhere - or maybe Luna scared them off.

The point was that days had passed by quickly without any friends to seek solace in, and the fact that she was anti social and an extremely shy person didn't help either. However, the assumptions of a stranger would be challenged by her closed off personality because getting to know her could be a real treat - like peeling back the layers of human skin.

Not to boost her own confidence, but Luna thought she could actually be a good friend to someone if they bothered to try and keep things intact with her. Luna would often go for the people that had the same sense of humour as her, or the same attitude and behaviour - but getting to know Charlie Pavanno in a sea of faces was definitely something she wasn't expecting. Especially considering the fact that they had been strangers for quite a while, and she never quite understood how he worked. 

Luna wouldn't say it to his face, but upon their first meeting - he had been quite 'standoffish' as some people may say.

She was standing right across from him with her feet glued at the entrance of his apartment- and the address she had stolen from the family address book. Needless to say, Luna was aware that her stalkerish behaviour would undeniably make a bad first impression but she intended to show Charlie that every cloud has a silver lining. That good old saying seemed to allow her to be strong in the face of his seemingly snobbish behaviour, and she was persistent in trying to get through to him.

Luna wasn't particularly upset or angry that he had been defiant to the emotional warmth that she was trying to provide, instead she was slightly amused that it looked like he was trying to fight against what he truly wanted. It might have just been a thought to make Luna feel better about herself though, so she wasn't taking any chances.

Luna had tried to hide a soft smile from appearing on her lips, and luckily it showed up just as he turned away to a glass bottle of alcohol shattered in pieces - the causes were unknown but she thought maybe he was having a hard time. He definitely needed someone in his life to show him the ropes to true happiness, and he better believe that Luna would continue to stand here and ignore his rude remarks of telling her to leave.

For some reason, her heart sank as she saw Charlie closing his eyes in front of her in a fit of rage or madness as he let out the words from his mouth asking her why did she want to help him so much.

Luna could've easily given a simple answer, but think about it - she had come so far already. From putting herself in a panicked mode as she tried to get his address, ran all the way to his apartment out of breath when she arrived, and getting through his disdainful looks. 

He deserved to hear the truth, and the truth was set free.

"Were it not for you, Charlie Pavanno, I would have left Chicago in the first week. Of course that most definitely sounds like I'm being a stalker - but haven't you ever heard of the saying that every cloud has a silver lining? I know... from the looks of that smashed bottle over there," Luna eyed the broken glass, "that you're going through a tough time. But don't lose sight of the people who are willing to hold you up by your arms to tell you that your life is worth living. Please don't let your light to be dimmed just because the world around you may seem like its burning right in front of you."

Luna's heart sank as she fought for him to finally accept her friendship - the kindheartedness of a friend. She continued to speak in a soft, yet pushy voice - though it was a weird combination - Luna hoped that it would touch his soul and open his mind.

"Of course I want to help you - but for every reason that is pure and right. Charlie Pavanno, I'll be here now and till the end. If you don't want that, tell me immediately - but I can tell right now that you need a friend. So at least let me be around temporarily to try and help you get out of those bad habits of drinking your life away. There's another way to escape the misery you are feeling right now, and nothing beats the warmth of a friend." Luna still stood at the foot of his doorway, and was careful not to step foot inside.

Even though she desperately wanted to help, Luna was aware of her boundaries.

She didn't want to step inside somewhere she wasn't invited. Even though Luna had acknowledged the fact that she could be used as a temporary relief, she knew damn well that it would cut her deeply if he didn't intend on keeping her around forever. Something in her was hoping he would let her into his world. 

"So what do you say, signore Pavanno? Let me an anchor you can hold onto. We could be the greatest of friends..."

Charlie looked at the woman with a large amount of suspicion coming over his face, because first of all, she stalked him!? She glossed over that like it was never even said, and she wants to be friends!? Charlie watched the hopefulness on her face, it seemed like the same hopefulness he once had, although that had soon died out from when he found out who his father truly was.

Charlie turned his head to look down the hall before a small snicker had left his lips and soon enough, it turned to laughter. Although this laugh was nothing of amusment or even hurt towards the woman who had come here seeking him in the name of friendship or trying to help him, this was bitter and only to Charlie himself, this was something that he had often not shown people. Only since this woman knew so much about him, he decided, why not?

"You believe that you can be of help to me!? Oh, Loony or whatever the heck your name is, I have no need for your friendship or even guidance, because I am fine, and I certainly don't need help from a stalker!"

Charlie was continuing to laugh, but the more he did, the more bitter it became, the more it stabbed into him that this woman was trying to help. Only he refused to believe that and would never believe it, Charlie was still on the fact that she had somehow found his apartment, this was meant to be Mob-Owned, how the heck did it show up on the books!? His bloody listed apartment was in Detroit of all places!

"Okay, you'll be here to the end and yet I find it hard to believe, as I hardly know you and your being weird about it and going the wrong way. Who in their right minds goes to an apartment of someone they don't know!? I could have pulled a gun and you, and shoot you where you stand right now girl!"

Charlie looked down, his mood now becoming more apparent, this woman, even if she meant it or not, was trying to get him to open up, something he had never done, even with his former family. He would refuse her no matter what, even if his hands were shaking, knowing that the symptoms of Alcohol Withdrawal were already to getting, his addiction was begging to satisfied, like a man when he lusted for a whore...

"So, I don't think we can be friends Loony, because I refuse to talk to a stalker like you, and the next time that you come here without letting me know. I will shoot you and that's not a promise or even a threat, its the way I work!"

Charlie soon turned around, wanting to head back into the apartment, but once again, his hand started to spasm, making it clear that his need for alcohol was banging again his head like someone was trying to teach him a lesson. Charlie tried to hide his hand from his apparent stalker and allowed his feet to step onto the threshold of his Apartment...

Luna slightly regretted the fact that she had not introduced herself sooner. She was now seen by Charlie Pavanno as an avid stalker. Although the only difference between her and other stalkers were that she wasn't going to take him in captive and torture him.

That was the last thing to enter her mind before she noticed his look of disapproval at her request to help him get through the toughest of times. The alcohol bottle that laid broken in his apartment was just one of the things that were probably hindering Charlie from allowing himself to open up. She was trying to be patient for him - and maybe, just maybe - he would see the good in her as well. Luna intended not to leave without cheering him up first.

It was weird though.

She felt some kind of gravitational pull towards him. It was like Luna had known him forever, yet this was the first time she had actually come to speak to him for longer than ten seconds. Back at the headquarters, she had only passed by him to say a simple greeting of 'hello' or 'how are you', although it seemed as though the only response she would receive were a nod and maybe a few words mumbled under his breath.

The truth was, Luna had almost given up on trying to break down those walls that he, himself had put up - but her hope was stronger than the easy decision to leave him to his troubles. It wasn't going to be that easy to make her leave, and her face as she stood across him was like a little girl trying to convince her father to let her visit the local theme park. She wanted to show Charlie a good time - and teach him how to see the right from wrong.

A bitter laugh escaped his mouth, which so far had been letting out nothing but snarky remarks. Her position was still stuck at the doorway and she wondered how much more it would take for him to let her in. 

"While I can't fully heal you from your wounds, I do believe that I can be of somewhat help. I never really approach people like this, but I can't help but feel my chest tighten when I see you at the headquarters with a dull expression on your face. Call me Loony, or whatever name in the book - but I'm staying. Look, I can understand completely that you'd prefer to be alone. I'm the same as well, but even the loneliest of people need a helping hand sometimes. Don't you agree?" Her stalkerish behaviour was made definitely clear now, but a stalker was the last thing she wanted to be.

"I'm a friend, not an enemy." That was the last thing she said before she looked down to the ground.

It wasn't supposed to happen, but single a tear had fallen down her  cheek - a testimony to her words that only seemed hopeless at the time. Charlie was defiant right now, but Luna sensed that he was also lost in translation. He seemed to be unaware of the fact that Luna noticed his hand spasms.

"We can talk about how I found your private apartment later, but right now let me clean up the mess on the floor. I don't want any of us to be stepping on glass shards anytime soon." She had looked up again and quickly wiped the tear from her cheek with the sleeve of her pastel pink sweater.

He seemed to be suffering from shell shock and his alcohol withdrawals became apparent shortly after. Charlie's refusal to open up was expected so she didn't grow frustrated at all at his defiance. Luna was deadly aware that it would take a lot of time for him to finally get along with her. The hostility of his voice made her slightly nervous, but it still didn't stop her. Even when he threatened to shoot her next time, Luna stood still at the entrance of his apartment. 

She finally sees him turn around and heading back inside his apartment, but she could not help but notice his hand that kept on shaking on the way back in.

"Hey wait." Luna called out in a gentle manner.

She wanted him to turn around and admit to her all his problems. As she studied his slow, yet resisting movements - all Luna wanted was for Charlie to give some kind of signal that he needed her right that moment. It was an extremely rare event of Luna trying to make a new friend, but in Charlie's situation - he seemed to be desperately calling out for one, even though he didn't exactly say the words Luna wanted to hear. New friends came along as often lottery wins came for Luna, and she only stayed loyal to one.

She ended up killing that one friend.

Maybe it was best not to tell Charlie so he wouldn't be more creeped out by her pushy behaviour, but she figured somewhere down the track she'd eventually have to open up as well to him. Luna had both a story to tell and a mission to complete. The story, being how she got to Chicago - and the mission, how to make a new friend in the span of only a few minutes of actually talking to each other.

It was going to be hard, but if she could get through his gun threats - Luna felt ready to go through hell and back for him. She was surprised and amazed that in the short time of seeing him, she had already felt  so close to him - like she knew him for ages. It must not be the same case for him from his open resistance. Luna wanted him to turn around but her eyes were still on his back, which was unmoving.

Luna imagined that his mind was telling him to back in, but his body wouldn't let him do so. He expressed to her that he was quite the paranoid and antagonistic character. The way he worked could be complex and difficult, but Luna was an avid believer in that everything happens for a reason. Maybe he was intended to be like this so she could help him to be a better person.

Maybe this was how they'd form a friendship. First, it would start with trust. 

"Do you trust me? Well I don't care what you say because I'll always be here anyway. You don't have to be perfect, and neither do I, so lets hold on to each other for support. Please, let me help you." 

"Why!? Why!? Why!?!?"

Charlie looked down at the ground, his eyes widened like he was staring down at a body, but he was not and he knew he was not. His mind was trying to come up with anything and everything for her wanting to help him. Only it would come up with none, nothing would show up, no ulterior motives, Charlie's mind was drawing a blank and for him, it was not a good thing...why couldn't she just leave him alone? He was not meant to mended, he was not meant to be put back together, he had done so many hurtful things, he had killed, he had promised to reunite his family no matter the costs.

Charlie fell to his knees, not once caring how he looked anymore because it simply did not matter anymore. This woman was what? A Guide, A Guardian? Why was she so hell-bent on helping him, he tried to find out by looking into her eyes, trying to see if there was a facade behind her look, but there was nothing, only the hopeful and almost saddening face of this woman...Loo- Luna.

Charlie crawled over to his wall, turning around so that he was facing the stalk- helper, his knees had reached up to his chin, shielding him from view, almost like he was expecting her to do something, to try and use him. Only she did not, she watched him with the same look as before, Charlie now had few tears running down his face, he had no idea what this meant for him, but he could not help but keep himself shielded from her, it was his last defence, something that he would use to the end...

"Why couldn't you just l-l-leave like everyone e-e-else? Why couldn't you just abandon me? Why don't you leave?"

Charlie looked up at her, his eyes glossed over with what only could be a childish suspicion in him, one could tell that his trust of her had not gotten better, but they would be able to tell that he was willing to talk. His eyes looked towards the alcohol, and for this one time, he felt no spasms...he felt no lust or desire for the drink that he desired...

"What am I? A Project? A Tool? A Fucking Weapon? I don't know you, and yet, I want to trust you...how does that make sense!?"

Charlie could not help but look at his stalk- helper with anger and suspicion shining in his dull grey eyes, his mind was telling him to not trust her and yet...open up to her, but to open up, it meant that he must trust her. Charlie bowed his head, looking down at the floor, knowing that this was something he would have to figure out himself.

"You are not supposed to help me you know, I am not meant to be fixed, or helped in any way. I was born and bred this way, I guess that was the path for my life you could say...My Fath-"

Charlie cut himself off, realizing what he was doing, his eyes immediately widened and his mouth was left open, almost like he could not believe himself. He was trusting a complete stranger? Charlie diverted his eyes, refusing to talk anymore, but he waved his hand towards the door, hoping that she would leave him to wallow, he no longer wanted to continue, he just wanted her to leave him alone...