Written by Sarcastically Me
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.

"Is she on the list?"

The deck steward checked the list a final time and I waited for the answer I dreaded.

I watched his eyes filter each page, searching up and down. Then they came to a halt. He bowed his head and murmured something indistinguishable.

I nodded, though I wasn’t completely sure if I knew what exactly what I was nodding about.

Thoughts swirled about my head and I couldn’t make sense of one of them.

The steward walked away, and I walked across the deck to the rails. The sky was a very dull and daft gray, with streaks of cerulean blue scattered across the sky, like paint on a canvas.

How could she be gone? It didn’t make any sense.

I had only known her a few days, but in those few days, there was a lifetime. My heart ached at the thought. I looked out at the water and stared hard at it.

I hated that cold water.

I closed my eyes and all I could see were the articles. Titanic: The Unsinkable Ship. That wretched iceberg, and people, helplessly drowning, crying out for any source of help. I could hear the bloodcurdling screams, and then the earsplitting and deafening silence that followed afterwards. Then I could see the accusing faces of the women and children who had lost their husbands and their fathers.

Why, God? Why has this happened?

I opened my eyes, unable to take anymore of it. And at that moment, I could feel my soul ripping apart, the threads of my life beginning to tear one by one, and I was powerless to stop it. My chest heaved; the pressure was so intense, I felt I could explode at any given moment.

There were so many beautiful moments. The way her eyes lit up when she saw me, the way her warm smile reached her eyes, the melodic sound of her laughter, and the simple way that she loved me. Now it all seemed to lie at the bottom of the Atlantic, along with that damned ship.

Tears filled my eyes and I did nothing to stop them when they poured down across my cheeks. I stood at the railing, thinking back at what she had said the night before.

"I love you! You are like my Romeo! And we’re…well, we’re just a pair of star-crossed lovers! But we won’t end like them, will we?"

"No! Of course not! Everything will be all right. You’ll see!"

"Will you promise?"

"Of course! I promise!"

I grasped her hands in mine and pulled her towards me. I locked her in an embrace and gave her my kiss. Our entire past was in that kiss, all three days of it. Our hearts were one, our souls were on fire, and it was us, only us.

I shook my head and turned away from the ocean. I knew in the deepest reaches of my heart that there was no going back to what was before. It was done, over with. I started walking with no particular destination, and I was at a slow pace, just looking down, but when I lifted my head upwards, I slammed to a stop like I'd been instantly fossilized.

Widows were sprawled out on blankets, sobbing uncontrollably into each other’s chests. Their children stood just watching the horrific scene that lay before them.

My eyes caught upon one particular woman who looked out at the sea as I had previously had, the same deadness and numbness plastered plainly across her face.

She had fern green eyes, like hers. I felt I lump rise in my throat.

She had more emotion in those eyes than one soul could possibly comprehend in a score of lifetimes.

Her hair flew around her face in wispy strands. She must’ve felt someone looking at her, for she turned around and looked at me. We stood there for a moment and cold electric shock ran through me like a knife being stabbed through the center of my heart. The realness of the situation swept over once again, and she seemed to know. Yet, she turned back around, and I, unable to move, remained where I was.

After regaining some composure, I walked away from her, returning where I was minutes before. I looked again at the ocean, not feeling sorrow now, but pure and flawless rage. I suddenly wondered how it would feel to jump. The pain would be no more. I nearly smiled at the thought, but the hard lines that formed around my mouth told my muscles otherwise. Would it hurt? How long would it take for the frigid waters to overcome my senses?

I raised my right foot to the bottom rail, my left foot shortly following. I grasped the top rail more firmly and looked down once again to the Atlantic. I climbed the rest of the post and hoisted my body over the top, with my eyes tightly shut.

"Harry?"

My stomach turned in the most awful way, and a wave of potent nausea washed over me, making me numb with realization.

It was her!

I opened my eyes, and in the commanding shock, my hands slipped from the rail and I fell down to my death. I threw my hands up into the air, grasping for anything or anyone to save me.

My last memory of her confused face split my mind.

And then, it was over.

The End.

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