Unsinkable

Unsinkable

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He was in the life boat with me holding me tightly against him when they yanked him out. My hands grabbing his, refusing to let go. He slipped out of my grip, our hands inches away, the distance growing. Throwing him back on the deck I cried as I yelled his name in despair. Come back! Come back, don't leave me! You promised! I yelled over and over again. I'll find you! Don't forget me love! He yelled as masses of people pushed him farther away. I tried to get off the life boat, but it had already started descending into the frigid Atlantic waters. I watched from afar as the ship slowly became smaller, sinking beneath the ocean. The silence scared me. It was like watching a bird being hit by a stone. Slowly crashing to the pavement, the last breath before giving out. You were supposed to be unsinkable.
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