Based on the Titanic Film. All characters are of my own imagination apart from some characters from the film, and are entirely fictional.
Soul Deep
By: Destiny Kelly
Prologue
April 9th, 1912
Journal,
I am to make the 5 day journey to New York tomorrow morning. This seems like such a waste since my school and friends remain here. Mother say's it is best for me to spend time away from Joseph, she say's he is a no good liar and a cheat! I do not understand her hate for him! I think perhaps Joseph reminds her to much of my father when he was younger. I remember when I was little, they would laugh and laugh all night long. She would always smile when he was around. But that all changed when he took that job in New York...
Oh! My love will always stay with Joseph, if I am on the other side of the earth he shall know my heart is his and his alone.
Rosalie
Rosalie closed the seal on her Diary and blew out the candle on her nightstand. Tomorrow was a new day and a new beginning. So why did it feel like her life was hanging on this decision. Should she leave him? Or should she defy her mothers wishes and jump ship before they could stop her? So many questions buzzed around her head as she listened to the soft jittering of the crickets outside her room. The biggest decision of my life and all I can do is wonder if I'll see him tomorrow she thought. Joseph said he would see her off, even if he had to wrestle her mother to do it. "I shall be stealing a kiss before you go my lady" he had said the day before as they walked downtown. "And you will be struck by lightning if she see's!" Rosalie had replied, stifling a giggle. He then proceeded to make a fool of himself as he danced and jumped around her, making her giggles grow into unladylike laughter. He could always make the worst situation funny.
"This is insane!" she whispered as she made herself comfortable in her four poster bed. It was old but beautiful, the intricate designs carved into the wood were exquisite. Rosalie always found herself tracing the edges and curves of the wood. She had always admired anything crafted from wood. Iron was utterly horrible to sit on and never gave off the same antique smell of wood. It was always a rusty, metallic smell... it often got stuck in her nose and all she would taste and smell the whole day was metal. Too bad the Titanic was not a wooden vessel, she liked the old creaky strong ships her father worked on when she was younger. They were reliable and sturdy. But of course Iron and Steel had to replace everything.
The night softly fell away as Rosalie drifted into a deep sleep. The last thing that ran through her mind was that of the dark haired angel's brown eyes, gazing into hers for what seemed like a decade the day before. Rosalie slept with a smile softly glowing on her lips.
