Blankets were piled onto me, as I'd come out of the water. The absolution that James was dead killed me- and almost drove me over the rails. The saddest thing about the whole experience however, were the women crying to the crew, desperately trying to find their husbands. But I knew. I knew where James was, there was no questioning it. I didn't bother with joining them- there was no point, it would just make the experience more painful.
My dress still clung to my body in the way that it it did when it was wet. I sat with the steerage people, who had managed to get away, there wasn't many. I just sat on a bench of the deck, waiting for accommodation, waiting for someone to help. If I'd have gone to sleep, then I wouldn't have got a room.
Someone tapped on my shoulder
"Miss? are you ok?" She asked
"Well, no, not really."
"Would you like to share my room?"
I just started to cry, I couldn't believe her kindness, I wanted to hug her- someone understood what I'd been through. So we walked up to the room, it was nice. Not as good as my room on Titanic, but I don't think anywhere I ever stayed was as grand as Titanic. The bed however was amazing, it was so comfortable, and finally, I drifted off to sleep.
Without this woman I'd be out, freezing, still wondering about James, something almost drove me to ask, but I didn't. I knew it would be more painful to be certain- at least if he was alive he would be happy, I didn't need to know. There was no point...
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Fading away
Roman d'amourA perfect life, a perfect husband, all torn apart by the sinking of the titanic. Ultimate bliss is interrupted by the events of April 15th 1912, what will elizabeth do to save the love of her life?
