Titanic

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Roses point of view:

By contrast, the so-called "Millionaire Suite" is in the Empire style, and
comprises two bedrooms, a bath, WC, wardrobe room, and a large sitting
room. In addition there is a private 50 foot promenade deck outside.

A room service waiter pours champagne into a tulip glass of orange juice
and hands the Bucks Fizz to Me. I am looking through my new paintings.
There is a Monet of water lilies, a Degas of dancers, and a few abstract
works. They are all unknown paintings... lost works.

Cal is out on the covered deck, which has potted trees and vines on trellises.  He walks into the doorway that connects the rooms.

"Those mud puddles were certainly a waste of money," he chimes in.

Here we go again.  Cal didn't understand art.

"You're wrong, they're fascinating.  Like a dream..... there's truth without logic.  What's his name again?"  I look down in the left hand corner on the marvels painting, " Picasso," I say looking up at Cal.

He walks into the room, " he'll never amount to a thing, trust me. At least they were cheap,"

A porter wheels Cal's private safe. He insists on taking it everywhere.  If he can take his idiotic case anywhere, I can take my paintings. 

"Put that in the wardrobe," he orders the man.

Trudy motions me into my bedroom and I follow. She was our maid of 7 years.  I enter with a painting in my hands, I set it on the dresser. 

"It needs a little color in this room," I smile.

"It smells so brand new.  Like they built it all just for us. I mean just to think that tonight, when I crawl between the sheets, I'll be the first," she says hanging up my clothes in the polished wooden closet.

I look into the mirror and see Cal appear in the doorway.

"And when I crawl between the sheets tonight, I'll still be the first," he looks at me.

I can see Trudy blushing.

"S'cuse me miss," she edges around Cal and makes a quick exit.  I'm still facing the mirror seeing the reflections.  He  comes up behind me and puts his soft non working hands on my shoulders as an act of possession, not intimacy.

"The first and only. Forever," he quietly says leaning down to rest his head on mine.

I try not to make my expression bleak, but no use.  I don't know how to feel anymore.  Who am I?

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Jacks point of view:

It was sunset and the sky was a mixture of purple, dark blue, and orange.  I breathe in the fresh air while I walk closer to the bow.  Fabrizio and I climb on the very edge. 

I look at the beauty around me when I spot something below.

"Look! Dolphins!" I yell pointing at the water.

The jump up and crisscross as if they were lovers. 

"I can see the Statue of Liberty already... very small of course," he grins at me.