An Unbearable Loss - Chapter 1
Disbelief
Rose stared at the Statue of Liberty in bewilderment. It made no sense now. When she first boarded Titanic she knew that once she saw this monument it meant that she was truly caged and dying. But now what did it mean?
"It means it's new life but without Jack. A life where I will never be able to see him, hear him or touch him ever again". When Rose thought about this there a was a heavy pain inside of her that she knew would never go away as of her memory of Jack.
Rose didn't notice the steward approaching cautiously behind her, he could tell she was saddened. "No doubt she lost someone she loved" he thought to himself.
"Can I take your name please love?" he asked not too abruptly to shock her. Rose turned her head to face a man with a clipboard and an umbrella. As quickly as she had turned her head round to face him she answered. "Dawson.Rose Dawson". And she turned her gaze back to the statue.
"Thank you" the steward said as he was walking past her to collect further names of survivors. "Dawson? Dawson? Oh god I wish I really was a Dawson. Mrs Jack Dawson. Why did I let him go I didn't even check to make sure he was still breathing. Just because he didn't answer didn't mean he was dead. I killed him, I killed my only love" Rose whispered to herself, making sure no one heard her.
Tears formed in Rose's eyes and soon they were pouring down her pale cheeks. Some women who were in lifeboats watched Rose as she fell to the ground in a heap of desperate cries. They all felt sympathetic towards her. They too all lost someone they cared about, husbands, brothers all types of family. They wish they could have helped, but what could they say? "There, there the pain will pass, it will get easier in time?"
That was not true and they knew that so they let her be. Rose was tired, wet and cold, she decided to go inside now. She tried to stand but with all the crying she had done she lost her balance and nearly fell to the floor, but strong arms kept her up. It was the steward who had taken her name. He had finished his round and just stared at Rose. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, yet her face was so miserable so lonely, he was intrigued by her.
"I think we better get you inside miss! Get you to the infirmary and warmed up before you catch your death" he said as he was leading her indoors. "Thank you" was all she could say before everything went hazy and then black.
Disbelief
Rose stared at the Statue of Liberty in bewilderment. It made no sense now. When she first boarded Titanic she knew that once she saw this monument it meant that she was truly caged and dying. But now what did it mean?
"It means it's new life but without Jack. A life where I will never be able to see him, hear him or touch him ever again". When Rose thought about this there a was a heavy pain inside of her that she knew would never go away as of her memory of Jack.
Rose didn't notice the steward approaching cautiously behind her, he could tell she was saddened. "No doubt she lost someone she loved" he thought to himself.
"Can I take your name please love?" he asked not too abruptly to shock her. Rose turned her head to face a man with a clipboard and an umbrella. As quickly as she had turned her head round to face him she answered. "Dawson.Rose Dawson". And she turned her gaze back to the statue.
"Thank you" the steward said as he was walking past her to collect further names of survivors. "Dawson? Dawson? Oh god I wish I really was a Dawson. Mrs Jack Dawson. Why did I let him go I didn't even check to make sure he was still breathing. Just because he didn't answer didn't mean he was dead. I killed him, I killed my only love" Rose whispered to herself, making sure no one heard her.
Tears formed in Rose's eyes and soon they were pouring down her pale cheeks. Some women who were in lifeboats watched Rose as she fell to the ground in a heap of desperate cries. They all felt sympathetic towards her. They too all lost someone they cared about, husbands, brothers all types of family. They wish they could have helped, but what could they say? "There, there the pain will pass, it will get easier in time?"
That was not true and they knew that so they let her be. Rose was tired, wet and cold, she decided to go inside now. She tried to stand but with all the crying she had done she lost her balance and nearly fell to the floor, but strong arms kept her up. It was the steward who had taken her name. He had finished his round and just stared at Rose. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, yet her face was so miserable so lonely, he was intrigued by her.
"I think we better get you inside miss! Get you to the infirmary and warmed up before you catch your death" he said as he was leading her indoors. "Thank you" was all she could say before everything went hazy and then black.