I'll never let go..| A titanic inspired story 🚢

Not the woman I was (chapter 33)

Eventually, the RMS Carpathia came to our rescue two hours too late. Only around 700 and a half people survived out of the 2240 souls on board. We arrived in New York later.

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Above my head, an emerald green statue came into view that was slick with the rain that pattered in the early April morning. My hair was drenched and all a mess and my makeup had completely washed away into the depth of the North Atlantic.

I scanned the deck for anyone I knew but there was no sign of James or my father. This saddened me, not the fact that I couldn't find James but poor daddy was gone. My heart felt like it was truly being ripped in half. Hundreds of voices wailed and begged for their husbands and children that had died in the wreck, many of them third class. I felt their pain more than ever and realised how similar I actually was to the third class. We were all just people.

The rained trickled from the sky and the clouds were overcast in the dreary April skies. I stuffed my hands into my pocket and felt something smooth and cool. That's when I remembered, I still had the diamond. I gasped at the texture of the beautiful piece of art and felt something else.

Pulling it from my pocket, a flood of fond memories rushed back to me. It was the photo Joel and I had taken. I clung to it tightly as tears flowed once again. A concerned man approached me and rested a hand on my shoulder.

"Everything alright miss?" He asked in a genuinely concerned voice.

"Yes. Everything's fine."

"May I take your name please?" His voice. He was. American!

"Yes. My name is Isobel Davis."

Wiping away my last tear, I set off into New York to start my new life in America, embracing my new liberty and keeping the memory of Joel alive with me forever.