Disclaimer: I do not Own Titanic, the mive or ship. The ship belongs to the lateMr. Andrews and the late Mr. Ismay. The caracters, however, are mine. Meaning Lilly and Steven and the other random people I make up. May the souls that died on the Titanic and/or in the icey waters of the Atlantic rest in peace.
Lilly was a young girl of 18. Well, she corrected her self, as she brushed her long brown hair into two even parts, she was now a young woman of 18. Her mother never missed a chance to remind her of that very annoying fact: The fact that now that she was considered an adult, no one would tolerate her 'wild' talk of past lives and everything else she believed in.
Lilly finished braiding her second pigtail and looks in the mirror. She looked nothing like her mother. With her brown hair that had red streaked through it and her brown eyes, she was the exact opposite of her mother. Silently she turned back to her TV screen as her favorite movie, TITANC, came to a close. As always, she felt the familiar pang of longing. A longing that she felt every time she saw or read and sometimes even heard of something dealing with the magnificent ship. It was a longing for the ship it's self, and something more. And this time, as she watched her favorite scenes again, the feeling grew. Deciding she needed sleep, Lilly shut the movie off. And fell into darkness as something hit her hard on the head.