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Post  LaBohemien on Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:59 pm

Enjoy. ^3^


Chapter One- The Entering
I never thought that moving away from a country that I've lived in all my life could be so challenging. It hit me painfully on the ride down the country-side trail in the taxi; I finally noticed what was happening. It must have been the bouncing hill that knocked some sense into my brain, making me see the reality- of how I was going to America, and never coming back. Or it must have just been all the thoughts spilling over equally to Frederic's cup of warm milk spilling over the seat. It just burst out. The tears. I couldn't stop them, even though I should be able to.
"Women are known for being well-taught, polite creatures. We must never show our weaknesses through emotions. It is a sign of low-rank and can lead you to be considered 'out-of-place'." Is what my mother always says. I always admired her, and took this phrase with my life.
When I was informed of our departure from England, it pained me. But, I also felt eager. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. But, all I did was nod, and smile. Then, respond asking more about the trip, acting empty. Bland. It's what us ladies do best. Or so my mother says. It's strange, because even though I feel satisfied and independent of this behavior, I just wish I could be myself, and show who I really am like. Even if it means showing my weaknesses. Because, how am I supposed to learn if I don't mess up?
Another bump on the road hit the wheels of the taxi hard, making us bounce up and down. My mother pressed her hand against my shaking shoulder. She whispered some words you would say to hush a baby. I ignored them. I am seventeen, and seventeen-year-olds don't need comforting. The cab hit another large rock, and I flinched when my head hit the ceiling of the taxi- it was so small and tight... Even if the windows were closed, I could smell the sea. We were getting closer to the dock. Soon, we would be on the big luxurious cruise ship, and ready to sail to America.
That's right, I'm going on the Titanic.

We arrived quite early, but the place was still packed. We were on a dock in the shade. Ton's of people were scattered around, showing their tickets, negotiating, while others had their luggage held for them, and they just walked up a stairway with their nose in air. I could see rays of sun bursting down, fighting to get into the shades. Slowly, I pulled myself out of the musty-smelling taxi into the cool shade, and stretched. People were swarming everywhere, yelling for their families to catch up so they can get into the line of checking in. There was no breeze. I inhaled the salty air, and turned to my family.
"Some organization." I said cheerfully, and look past them.
"Oh-"
My eyes crept up a flat wall with circular windows, until I reached the top. I was staring at the most beautiful ship in the world. Huge clouds of smoke bellowed out of the sky-scraping smokestacks, trailing up to the sky and disappearing with the wind. The front of the ship- the dock, had sailors neatly standing at the front in rows, welcoming passengers.
Hundreds- maybe thousands of people were pressed against the rail at the edge of this rarity, yelling goodbyes, waving lace silk handkerchiefs or their hats. I resisted the urge of waving back, and was eager to be up there with them, waving along.
My father payed the taxi-driver, and lugged the suitcases out of the trunk. He threw them onto the ground, them toppling over each other. The driver leaped back into his car and drove off with no object.
A tall man in a black and white sailor suit approached them and bowed his head.
"Excuse me, sir, but would you like it if I escorted you and your family to your check-in?" the man said in a strong English accent.
"Yes, please do." my father said politely.
"We're middle-class, cabin Fifty-eight F." Father says, and picks up the largest luggage in the taxi
"Alright ladies. You've gotta help me with this stuff," he orders, and drags the luggage up the stairway.
Since my mother was holding Charlie, she could only hold one suitcase. So I was left with the last two ones. We have so many suitcases because since we're starting a new life, we tried to bring as many treasures as possible.
And so we staggered up the steep stairway that lead up to some counter with a round, stout sailor with a thick mustache. He smiled, and outstretched is hand for the tickets.
As my parents were busy with the checking in, I glanced around the deck, trying to swallow every little detail. The ground was polished wood that sparkled in the sun, and I could see it reflect in the sparkling-clean windows of an upper deck. Some people were walking in a high deck, on some flashy white trail that wounded around the smokestacks.
Kids were leaning on the rails waving and laughing, while their parents held them, ordering for them to be more careful. A group of first-class women were in laced dresses ranging from white and ivory to pale pink and blue. They held these beautiful umbrellas with their white silk gloves, and were talking with blank faces, and large hand motions. I stared at them, wondering how such people could walk on such a glorious ship, acting all absorbed in themselves where there was so much to admire on the ship. They just stared at each other doing nothing. Nothing at all. A sigh escaped my lips, and I pulled my gaze away from them. Searching for something more appetizing to watch, my eyes roamed the ship, stopping here and then to stare at the rich details carved into the-
"Kiara, common! We're going to the cabin!" my mother called cheerfully.
I turned my head sharply, and a smile grew on my face. The cabin! I quickly ran to my parents, and gave the luggage to the front desk. They were going to bring the baggage to our cabin. We looked through the map that the man at the entrance desk gave us.
"It's huge..." I mumble, mostly to myself. The map was huge. It had to be held by both my mom and dad. And, it was very complicated. There were different-colored columns that represented each level. Each column were full of complicated words that represented the many boxes inside. I stared, unable to understand any of it.
"How can you read that?" I ask, keeping my voice flat.
"It's the talent that you'll receive when you get older, darling," Father responded, nose in the map.
I didn't respond. He seemed to be struggling with the map.

We entered some fancy elevator with a tall man who wore some dark red cap and matching suit with golden buttons. He opened the doors to the elevator, and we entered.
The man greeted us when we entered, and then stood stiffly against the wall. I've never been in an elevator before, so this was an amazing opportunity for me. I've also never felt this excited before, I felt my stomach lurch as the elevator quivered, and slowly began to trail down. After about a minute, I felt it halt to a stop and the man opened the doors.
He bowed down, and smiled politely to us.
"Have a nice day, ladies and gentleman." he said in his strong English accent.
We nodded our heads politely and searched the hallways. Down here, the walls were painted ivory with a floral pattern. There wasn't any marble decors or polished wooden carvings, but there was some light piano music drifting from somewhere. The doors that led into the cabins were painted a bluish white, like the sea foam that had gathered around the ship.
We found the cabin number. Father pulled out the golden key he was given at the entrance, and the door clicked open. We all entered and glanced around. It was very roomy, with sunset-colored walls that had small designs painted onto them. A small modern desk was tucked into a corner with an ivory lamp on the edge of it. There was a small notepad with a black pen rested on top of the table.
Then, there also was a large bed that could fit two people with dark maroon duvet covers and white pillows. Beside the bed was a couch that had a bunk bed above it, with plain covers. I smelled in the air which smelled like lavender.
"Wow, it's really comfortable, am I right?" I said cheerfully, and contently sat down on the couch. Mom smiled and she took the luggage by the desk.
"There's no wardrobe or drawers, so we'll just keep the clothing in the suitcase for now. Alright?" she said in her clear voice.
"And, let's open the window, it needs airing. I don't like this smell."
Mom doesn't like flower-scents, especially lavender. So she opened the window, letting in the icy air. Seagulls flew by our windows.
I enjoyed the sudden salty breeze flow in, refreshing the small room.
"Mom, will we go upstairs to the docks later? I want to wave to the people from the boats. We might be in the newspaper!" I questioned eagerly. I couldn't help myself; there was too much excitement.
"It's not 'want', dear, it's 'would like'. And yes, we will go later. I just need to sort some things out."
"Like?"
"Oh, let's say this, Kiara. You go and find the top docks- we'll join you."
"But it's huge! How am I supposed to find my way around?" I questioned.
Mom looked exasperated, and stared at me as if it were completely obvious. I did get quite thick and oblivious with this kind of stuff. But sometimes I do it on purpose.
"Elevator, as for directions, and there you go..." she said impatiently, and opened our suitcases. Mom pulled out our pajamas and placed them neatly on her bed. She shook them out, and re-folded them.
I reached for the door handle, and turned around. Mom and Father were settled on their beds, changing into more loose clothing. I looked down at my clothing. I was wearing a long dark brown dress that was ankle-long. It had some lace at the sleeves and collar, which reached mid-way up my neck. I wore a white frilly skirt underneath, so that some frill hid my ankles at trailed a few centimeters down. My shawl was on my bed, but I doubt that I would need it. It was warm when we exited the taxi, so why would it be different?
I turned the brass handle, and pulled open the door. I exited the room, and entered the hallway. Time to explore...
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Post  LaBohemien on Thu Apr 09, 2009 1:46 am

Chapter TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


And I'm not kidding, you guys better reply to this.


Chapter 2- The Sighting

So, obviously, I explored. There wasn't much to inspect on our floor. I might have taken the wrong turn when hunting for the elevator, because it took me longer than I expected to find it. When I entered the elevator, there was some different doorman, and the inside was much more different. This time it was painted a pale Easter green with silver designs that trailed up to the ceiling and ended in streaks.
I smiled at the elevator-man. He smiled back, revealing a row of uneven teeth. His smile stretched his entire face, traveling up to his eyes that closed into slits with long wrinkles emerging from the corners. Those wrinkles trailed down his cheekbones. I was scared that his face might split in half, from the effort pressed into the smile. His hair was greying, and had streaks of silver in it.
Finally, we reached the top floor. There was a small ding, and the elevator-man pulled open the door. I grinned at him, and stepped out. He pulled his hat off in solute, revealing matted hair that puffed out around the ears.
I turned back around, and critiqued the small hallway. The walls were coloured royal red with black and golden designs similar to those in the elevator. There were mahogany handles nailed against the walls. My feet were stepping on carpet that I doubt anybody ever had stepped on yet. It smelled of fresh paint and polished wood, and a faint light was flickering from the small lamp above me.
I opened the first door I could find, and poked my head through. The sound of beautiful piano and violin music flowed in. I opened the door completely, and looked around me. A beautiful staircase that trailed up with small steps stood before me. Red carpet trailed up it molded to shape in the steps. After about ten or so steps, there was a beautiful, enormous grandfather clock that's ticking could be heard over the music. My mouth gaped open for a second until I noticed I must look very pathetic. Tall middle-aged men and women were walking past me taking no notice. Their backs were straight up as if they had some ice-cubes run down their shirts. The men had these black suits on and the women had these bright dresses of all colors. The torso part seemed to be painfully tight around them and they had their nose up in the air. The hairstyles took most of my attention. It was all pinned up in a weird muffin-y way with a flat, flowered hat rested on top. It had a clear tissue-looking cloth wrapped around and tightened underneath the chin.
My dark dress shriveled in shame compared to these dresses. And my copper-blond hair was in some loose braid that trailed down to my elbows.
I nervously crossed the room dodging and sliding past all the dresses and suits. They all looked like empty shadows dressed up. Empty, but the women's dresses were so beautiful. And their voices also sounded so empty.
"Yes, the tea is rather strong...."
"...I never really expected it to be so far down..."
"Have you seen the promenade deck yet?"
"...very appealing..."
"...No, it's Japanese silk,"
Their voices were all in a drawl. It carried softly through the room. It made me want to get out of here as quick as possible. I never knew humans could be so unoriginal. It strongly reminded me of the dishwater back home.
I reached the top of the stairway within a matter of time, and read the gold signs. One of them indicated that the sun or middle class top deck was down the hall. I quickly scurried down that one corridor. I passed all these first-class cabins. They probably had the best views with a little balcony that they could settle on, with the fresh, Atlantic air whistling past them...
The music from the grand staircase room faded away, and was replaced by a different song. This one had no beat, no actual base to it, but it was the most beautiful thing I have ever heard. I felt the music of the song enter my ears and flow through my body. I also could feel the notes, the rhythm in my stomach and bones, it all forming a single song that was invisible, but glowed. It was like the waves leaping over each other, outrunning one wave, then being outrun by another. There was no winner, no victory. It just kept repeating, kept beating the melody that morphed a single harmony that rang out the graceful song.
I stopped in my tracks. I had to find the source of this one tune that seemed to explain my life. Yes, that's exactly what it did: explain my life. A vast, empty ocean with nothing to cling on in the biggest storms.
I pressed my ear against the wall. I could hear the creaking of the ship, swinging slowly with the ocean. A little farther, I could hear the song in the walls. Then I found it. My ear was pressed against a wooden door that was polished and had a beautiful, engraved frame.
I don't know what took over me, but I had to see who played that song. So I did the stupidest thing in all my seventeen years of living. I opened that door.
It was a miracle how the door wasn't locked. A miracle in both a bad and good way.

The bad way is that the music stopped. I must have taken the piano player by shock. Also, he had mistaken me for a maid.

The good way is that I think I found the love of my life.

Here's a better input:

So I opened the door. And, I poked my head through. This room was even more glorious than the grand staircase room. If that was possible. But in my opinion, it was. Also, it was twice the size of my cabin, and there were three other doors, not counting the door in which my head was poking through.
It was a large room made of dark wood. As everywhere else, it was polished. There was a bookcase in the wall that held too many books to count. There were many gold-framed portraits or landscapes. Then, there was a small living-room that was by a fireplace. But the one thing that captured my eye was the grand piano by the large windows that had streaming rainbows dancing around the room.
And, resting on the seat of the piano was a man. Very simple, but listen to this: this man was young, maybe even my age. He had dark, thick, and curly hair that rested on his head and spun around his ears. It ended mid-neck and hardly looked brushed. He was well-shaven and had piercing blue eyes that shone with pleasure from the piano. His nose was a bit large, as were his lips. I took it that he smiled alot. He had thick eyebrows that were nowhere uneven. Just thick. His black pants were ironed and fit his legs well. He also wore an untucked white blouse that wrinkled in folds on the piano seat.
He looked up, and lifted his hands from the piano. He had a slightly stunned look on his face. His eyebrows were raised, his mouth a thin line. He snapped his head in my direction, and a look of disapproval sketched across his face.
"Dad? Oh- maids... Umm, are you here to clean the room? Because some others already came in to clean the place."
I stuttered. Was I really that under-dressed? I didn't think so. And was I going to let this handsome man think me as an intruding maid who is helpless and doesn't know her schedule well? No.
"Umm, no- I'm not a maid. I'm sorry, I'm not sure what came over me. I heard this beautiful music, and just had to see what was going on." I said in a fake, sweet voice. Now for pay-back.
"What are you, some private first-class only piano-player?" I shot at him smartly.
A small smile turned on the corners of his lips.
"No, I'm not. I just enjoy the piano, that's all." He said in a similar voice.
"I never knew you firsties had time for piano lessons..." I mumbled. Alright, let's fix that. This, is the stupidest thing I've ever done in my seventeen years of living.
A frown came upon his forehead, before his half-smile stretched into a wide grin. I was right, he does smile alot. I can tell from the smile. It truly was a large smile that was well practiced.
"Who taught you finishing school?" he asked in a slightly humored voice.
I loved his voice. On him, the exceptionally strong English accent sounded fine, not too fake, not too snobby. It just sounded normal.
"We can't afford it, you see." I respond gently, now in my normal voice.
He nodded slowly. His eyes trailed around the room before turning back to me.
"Are you lost?" he sayed a bit forcefully.
I was stunned. What kind of question was that?
"No..." I replied. He stared at me, doubting it.
"Yes, I suppose you're not. Because, who would walk into somebody's cabin because they were lost? I mean, it's ridiculous!" he said, a bit louder. Then he did some nervous laugh. A bit high for his voice.
"Okay! Yes, I'm lost. You got me," I exclaim with a some similar laugh to his in my voice.
"No surprise... this ship is too large for me to handle. I can't read the maps. I'll help you find your way back," he mumbled, and got up.
"Really? I mean, you don't have to,"
"I sort of want to get out of this room, so I'm helping you," He stubbornly replied.
I stayed there for a moment, leaning against the doorway. My hand had a fistful of skirt. He also stood there, but just for a moment. Then he pushed in the chair to the piano, and walked up to me.
"Wait," I said.
He pauses, his eyebrows raised. It was a look of curiosity that I was beginning to really like.
"Can you play one more piece?" I questioned, a small smile on my face.
His eyebrows lowered, and he laughed.
"Yeah, I guess so." he said. Then he turned around and pulled the seat out. Then he called for me to come in if I wanted, since it's rude to keep a guest staying by the doorway. I agreed. Then he laughed again.

***
I now know several facts of this mysterious man:
1. His name is Cyrus, what an unusual name.
2. He hates his name, and prefers to be called Russell. I deny it though, and call him Cyrus.
3. He has a short temper.
4. He is 18 years old, turning nineteen in June.
5. He wishes to be a musician when older, but his parents want him to take over the medical company they have.
6. He never wanted to go on this ship, because he's had bad feelings about it.
7. He hates it when people don't believe what he says. I figured this out then I told him that that was rubbish.
8. The one word he hates is maybe.
9. That's why he hates suspense.
10. I swear, Cyrus is my soul-mate.
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Post  Scooby-Doo on Thu Apr 09, 2009 4:04 pm

Advice: Try separating the paragraphs with two spaces instead of one, it makes it a lot neater once you do, and it makes your writing look less clumped-up. : D

Other: LOL CYRUS :A
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Post  LaBohemien on Sun Apr 12, 2009 1:04 pm

:A I didn't know what other name to use. I would change it since Serenity and I are doing some role play and Cyrus is the perverted crazy power-thirsty bad guy. No, really. In one sentence, he goes all,
"Are you as turned on as I am? >]"

And yeah. But oh well.
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Post  LaBohemien on Sun Apr 12, 2009 1:05 pm

It gets better. Trust me, Cyrus isn't THAT perfect.
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Post  Scooby-Doo on Mon Apr 13, 2009 7:19 am

IT'S JUST FUNNY

CAUSE'A MILEY CYRUS :A
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Post  LaBohemien on Thu Apr 16, 2009 12:27 am

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Post  LaBohemien on Fri Apr 24, 2009 2:23 pm

I've totally redone it.
Because, well, it got deleted. And I stayed up REALLY late. And yeah. It's more of a poem now.

Love Can't Last Forever

When I stepped upon the boat,
the small sound of soft plastic against polished wood,
I felt a thrill of energy.
I knew that this time, this memory, will remain as a picture in my mind.
I'll never forget it, and when I die of old age, it will stay in my heart.
Lo, I will sink into eternal sleep soundlessly with no pain nor thought.
I've dreamed of this moment all my life,
to feel the salty air and hear the rushing water,
to sleep in unused covers
on this luxury, the Titanic.
She was a beauty, a mystery,
with adventure within each corner.
But when I stepped upon the boat,
I never expected you.
The one adventure that would turn my life around.
Not entertainment,
nor a sight to hold,
but instead this strong passion
that hits you once a life.
Love.
A powerful spell that took over me,
Once my green eyes trailed to your music.
A music that one would stop to hold,
to listen,
to feel.
A song that was a vast ocean.
And that song that your fingers sang upon the piano,
that one night,
that was like a wave outrunning its brother, and it being outrun by another brother.
There was no victory, no win, and nobody could do something about it.
And that ocean, vast and empty, with nothing but deep water,
would continue its rhythmic motion with the music that flowed from your singing fingers.

And when you stopped, to cast a glance at me,
I knew that for once,
my life would truly begin.
It would start as a small plant that danced with the waves,
in which the glorious Titanic soared upon.
You then smiled at me,
stretching your wide mouth, and the corners of your azure eyes would crinkle.
You made your way to my side and took my hand,
leading me to the black piano by the window that which held such radiant sunlight.
I'd run my hand across the keys that you touched so many times,
and feel the music that you had given to me.
Our eyes met once more,
emerald meeting sapphire,
and I could feel static rush through my body.
"What may your name be, young lady?" you had asked me in a soft voice.
"Kiara," I had responded.
You would smile once more,
and we would go out to the top decks.

And when we arrive,
me in my long green dress and braided brown hair,
and you in your top had and tuxedo,
we will walk through the mazes that wound around the boat.
We will resist the cold and enjoy life as it is,
on the brilliant Titanic,
that began my life.
And as we will talk, and learn more of each other,
That small plant in my ocean,
will grow into two.
And those two little plants will grow tall and strong,
into a forest of weeds that contain pure life.
But,
my thoughts drifted to you
when a silence formed between us
How could I tell you my feelings?
How I loved you.
And how I hated that you did not notice.
I couldn't tell you,
for that would make me foolish.
My fear in losing you was great-
what if I frightened you,
and you never wanted to face me again?
You held my hand,
but only in a friendly manner.
You've smiled to me,
but only to be welcoming.
You chose to speak to me of everybody else,
but only because I was the only one.

The next night you lead me,
to your cabin above mine,
which was painted in red,
with gold that snaked through it.
And then you took my hand, and pulled me into a room,
which was as beautiful as the others.
It held a bed that was blue, green, and silver,
with so many pillows,
and such thick covers.
I felt that I could jump onto it, and sink into my dreams.
And then in the side there was a mahogany desk,
with crisp paper that held red handwriting,
and a beautiful vase.
You took my hand
and we both sat on the bed,
Where we talked in hushed voices,
in fear of being heard.
By who, I shan't know,
but when you pulled me up,
and lead me to the main cabin room,
Where I settled on a couch.
Before me was a piano,
that took up most of the space-
It's gleaming, black surface was recently polished,
and reflected the soft candle light.
You sat on the stool next to the piano,
placing your hands upon the keys.
Your beautiful eyes gazed intently at me,
a deep, thoughtful stare that I could only but return
in curiosity.
Your lips stretched into the widest smile,
and you turned back to the piano.
Your fingers once more sang the song that had woken me up,
and once more the sensation of eternity hit me.
I continued to gaze at you,
the profile of your face tilted down to the black and white keys,
your expression slightly drifted,
full of concentration,
and then your dark, curled locks of auburn hair
hid your eyebrows, and ended neatly at the half of your neck.
Oh dearest god
how my heart has been stolen.
Stolen by an angel that has come to bring me out of the pressured water,
that had been drowning me,
and knocked me into the sense of life.
Your all I could want,
with your beautiful soul,
and heart of cold.
I want to spend my last moments with you,
die of old age with you,
and the faded picture that I hold of
the grand Titanic,
will be shared with you.
Dearest Claude,
if only you heard me.
My thoughts drifted off as the song continued to play,
but soon enough-
it ended as quickly as it began.
My imagination settled back to the bottom of my mind, and you turned from the piano to stare at me intensely.
"Kiara, when I heard this song-
from my father, I wanted with all my heart to learn it.
And I learned it.
Why? For the sake of my love.
I learned it to use it to capture my love,
and I will dedicate it to the woman of my dreams.
So tell me, Kiara.
Do you love me?"

It was then that I realized how late it was,
how it was almost midnight.
But what control did I have over my body,
when you were asked such a deep question?
I could feel the light break through the fog in my ocean, and the plants grew higher and higher.
Fish swam in all directions, their colors ranging within rainbows.
The icy water has been denied and overcome by warm, tropical water.
I immediately stood up from the sudden shock,
the sudden news that sent my head spinning.
How could such a beautiful tune,
actually be made for meek, middle-class me?
You grabbed my hands and held them tightly within yours.
"Please, don't go,"
your voice pleaded.
I stared at you in silent shock,
stared in the cerulean eyes of yours,
We stayed like this for what seemed like ages,
I didn't know what to say.
I wasn't horrified,
nor terrified.
Just surprised,
and dazed by this act of yours.
Oh greatest Claude, how I love you back.
is what I thought.
But, what I said was,
"Claude, you're a great person-"
but my sentence was cut off by a trembling shudder,
that erupted through the room.
It vibrated the piano, the table, the walls,
It might have been small,
but you cast me a look of greatest worry.
Something had happened,
for no luxurious boat such as Titanic,
could shudder so much.

You clamped my hand, and quickly tightened your hold for a moment.
A miracle of this quick, small moment,
was interrupted by
a horror of the small, light tremor.
Little did I know that it meant a terrible nightmare,
that will lead to a life-taking, death-meeting night,
in which love will take its lead
and show us the rightful path.
We stayed there,
silent,
waiting for some apparent sign
of what the meaning of this was.
What is strange,
is that the rumbling that caused confusion within the ship,
has settled to the
soft, natural rocking of our ship.
There was a delicate rap on the door to your cabin.
"Mr. Claude Jr, Mr. Claude Jr!"
sang out a voice,
a strong, manly voice.
"Please, you must take your life-vest and meet at the top deck."
it said once more.
I turned to the door for a brief moment,
before spinning my head back to you.
I saw worry,
painted upon your face,
an expression that sent waves
of nervousness and fear.
I felt my heart speed up,
as you grabbed my wrist,
and raced to the cabin to reach for the life-vests.
I stood numbly as you pulled the life-vest around me,
and wrapped a thick, orange one about your core.
I was about to protest,
when you tossed a thick fur coat,
from the closet.
"Change quickly,
We must haste,
or death shall meet us quickly.
This ship shall sink,
I can feel it,
and I won't allow you or myself
to disappear with it."
And so we both dashed out,
and made ourself to the grand staircase,
a beautiful sight to behold.
Of marble tile to royal carpet,
a awe-worthy clock that ticked with each second,
with elegant carvings down the sides,
and a glass case that protected the golden hands.

Up we went,
through the stairs,
up to the top,
to the frozen, stinging air.
I breathed in the ice,
and chattered my teeth
with the cold that scratched my throat.
Your body was warm,
and I gripped your arm.
We pushed our way through the crowds,
Trying to find a way through,
with no signal,
no response.
Only the faint yelling of the guards,
repeating continuously,
"Women and children first!
Women and children first!"

Nothing was out there, except for the vague, empty sea.
We made our way through to the back,
where it was least crowded,
and I leaned against the rail
still clinging to you.
And you stared down at me,
a look of sad and of worry,
those beautiful eyes full of regret.
Your breath formed white clouds
that dissolved in the air.
"Kiara, you heard the guards.
I can not come with you,
I must stay on the boat."
But no, I disagreed.
I shook my head defiantly,
teeth chattering,
body shaking.
"N-no, Claude,
I want to stay here,
Those lifeboats look unsturdy,
I want to stay in your arms."
I stammered.
You looked down at me in pity,
a look that broke my heart.
I knew that I had no choice,
but to do as you say.
"I promise I will find another life boat.
And together we'll see America.
And we'll live together,
in New York,
until we die of old age."
You told me in a soft whisper.
"No," I replied, despite how convincing he sounded.
The ship was slanting just a slight.
Most of the lifeboats were gone.
Faint sounds of music rang through the air,
even though most people were now panicking.

We stayed there,
together,
hidden within the mounds of our coats.
"I will not let this happen.
You have to believe me, Kiara.
Have faith.
Please.
Together, we'll make our way to a life boat,
and I will survive."
You let go of me,
and began walking down the slanted ship.
I dashed after you,
and hunted around through the wild crowds.
The music had changed direction,
it became different.
Slower and more depressing,
it added more tension to the air.

There were no more lifeboats.
The voice inside my head yelled.
There was nothing left,
only screaming voices.
People running, crying out-
but wait-
No, a last spark of hope.
A lifeboat was held ahead,
two more spots.
"Claude!"
I gasped,
and we made our way to the lifeboat.
The guard stared at us for a brief moment,
before stretching out a hand for me.
I hesitated, and turned to you.
Quickly, silently,
I placed a light kiss upon your cheek.
"Let's go, Claude."
I whispered, and stepped into the lifeboat.
We were going, we were going to be free.
Free from death.
The guard took no notice of you,
instead he turned to an old woman,
and outstretched his hand.
She was carefully lain into the spot next to me.
No,
no,
that was for you!
Dearest Claude,
come back!
"No!"
I yelled, and reached out for you.
You smiled that beautiful, wide smile at me,
and gripped my hand tightly.
Your musical fingers were stone cold,
clammy,
with almost no feeling in them.
My heart pounded in my ears.
Suddenly,
your grip on my hand loosened,
and the crowd of people pulled you back.
The last glimpse of your beautiful eyes,
was devoured in the cluster of people,
running upwards towards the higher slanted area.
My eyes burned painfully,
from the hot tears streaming down my cold face.
My throat was ready to burst from the struggle to not sob.

You were gone.
Vanished.
And all I could do,
was sit here,
and weep.
The lifeboat hit the water,
and soon we were sailing off.
Black, calm water rippled slightly,
and reflected the nightmarish sight
of the lights within the boat.
I couldn't look back at the sight.
I've lost everything.
Where were my parents?
Where was Claude?
How could god let something so
monstrous happen?
A loud explosion of massive, breaking metal
burst through the night air.
I could not dare imagine what has happened,
and I would not dare look.
A horror to behold,
a stain in my memory.
This was not the picture I intended.
Slowly,
I turned my head to the nightmarish sight.
Beautiful, yet terrifying
lights shown through the black night,
like stars that- suddenly disappeared within my eyes.
My heart stopped.
All was dark,
except for the exceptional lamp-lights
from the lifeboats.
Screams rang through the air,
Like fire bells,
and there was nothing
we could do about it.

It felt like forever,
until the screams quieted.
Soon, the night was empty
as nothing.
I wanted to go back,
search for survivors.
The cold finally came to me,
and all I could do was
drift off to a dead sleep.

It was ages before a ship came along,
and let us all aboard.
Morning came, and the biting cold
was slowly getting replaced with whispering warmth.
When I had regained strength,
I walked to the railing of the boat,
Lean against it,
stare down,
and think of you.
Everything was lost,
and it was the fault
of the beautiful black sea.
Eventually, I turned around to gaze through the crowd.
The sailors of this ship
were walking around,
asking for the names of us unfortunate people.
The survivors.
We are all survivors.
My eyes traveled through the crowds,
all unfamiliar faces.
Until I caught the slightest catch of blue,
a bright, sky blue-
Impossible.
He was there, making his way through the crowd.
You were there.
Looking weak, ill,
but it was you.
Impossible.
I simply stared,
a plain look of shock,
wonder,
amazement.
The breathtaking truth hit me.
You sped up your pace,
and I ran into your arms.
"You're alive!"
I cried out.
"There was a spare lifeboat in the back,
and I made it on.
I realized that
They're interested in money."
you replied softly.
Impossible.
We looked everywhere-
No lifeboat.
But that didn't matter,
You were alive.
This must be a dream.
And yet, here I was,
gripping on as tightly as I could to you.
That was when your fingers lifted my chin up to the sky,
and I closed my eyes,
and...


When I had stepped upon the 'unsinkable',
the small sound of soft plastic against polished wood,
I had felt a thrill of energy.
I had known that this time, this memory, would remain as a picture in my mind.
I would never forget it, and when I die of old age, it will stay in my heart.
Lo, I would sink into eternal sleep soundlessly with no pain nor thought.
I've dreamed of this moment all my life,
meeting the one of my dreams,
encountering such an impossible love story.
And now, here I am,
my dream awakened.
My ocean is now ruled by schools of fish.
Strange little animals roam within the pressure,
and treasures lay hidden,
in the mass of coral reefs,
ready to be discovered.
But, the long plants that had started it all,
now have reached the top, and break the surface in beautiful, enormous flowers.
I have found my way from the surface, and avoided in drowning.
I am, after all, a survivor.
And I know,
That love will last forever.
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