Blythe Taylor certainly wasn't innocent. After all, she'd experienced many of life's difficulties since her birth, being the youngest of her widowed mother's five children. Their family had been poor and despite her mother's rags to riches success story, Blythe had still suffered what most children never do.
The last of her innocence died with Titanic. Dear God, she wanted to tear her eyes away from the carnage but couldn't, no matter how hard she tried. She felt frozen in place, and while her body was still, her mind was frantically thinking of her siblings.
Where the hell are they? She thought, not even surprised by her course language. Blythe was supposed to be a proper woman, always wanting to copy the glamorous celebrities she envied in the motion pictures. She hated herself already, for being in safety when the lives of her sister and brother in-law were in jeopardy. The feeling intensified when there was a sickening crunching noise and Titanic's stern rose into the air, causing its trapped passengers to scream.
Blythe shut her eyes and prayed quietly for her sisters. She wasn't particularly very religious but if there was a time to pray for help, this was it. She barely heard someone comment on the two strange figures that had flown into the sea as her prayers became more frantic.
The voyage on the Carpathia was uneventful. After Blythe discovered Jane amongst the survivors, there was a brief joy they shared. They were crushed even more emotionally when they'd discovered that Emma, Mimi, and Victor were among the 1500 dead and Amelie had entered a coma. As Amelie's condition remianed critical, Jane and Blyhe keep a vigil over her, trying to hold their grief for each others sake. Blythe couldn't even tell the story of her survival without sobbing.
In 1914, Blythe learned that miracles happen. Her sister returned to them with Jane's boyfriend, a young man named Thad. After the initial shock, Blythe managed to somewhat recover. Her life would always be split into sections, the years before the disaster and the many ones that went on until her death at nearly 100. She would never be the same person she was and she would have many episodes in the night about the great ship, crying until she was consoled by her loved ones. But despite her trauma, Blythe lived a happy life, eventually marrying and becoming a motion picture actress. She had many memories, the births of her children, her first movie, and her marriage. But none would ever be as vivid as those on that horrid April morning.