Many souls were trapped on the Titanic that day. The ship claimed 1523 bodies, but many more people were trapped in her sunken splendor. Many of the survivors never truly moved on after they arrived in New York. Although they were physically alive, they were dead on the inside.
Wives without husbands. Children without parents. There were those who had seen the amount of people that had jumped off the boat before she had been completely submerged, and those who had been pulled out of the water.
The chilled water had stolen their beings, their wills to live. But, something pushed all of them to keep going. They all had to live on for the lost ones, and the knowledge that they would be reacquainted one day.
Rose was one of the lost souls. She had spent so much time in that accursed water that she often felt empty at times. Even as she aged, she could still feel the chill. The water licking her feet as they hung off the debris, the air that froze the water that clung to her skin, his lips as they kissed for a final time. It had all slowly pulled the life from within her.
But she couldn't let him down. She had to live her life to the fullest. She let her fire burn as hot as she could, and, although it would warm the icy blanket that encompassed her, it never truly heated her up enough.
Somewhere, deep inside her, she knew. She knew that, one day, she would return to the Titanic. She knew that she was destined to return. The ship had a grip on her soul.
When the physical world released its hold on her, she finally returned. Surrounded by the other souls trapped in the water grave, some who had been there from the start, other who had arrived much as she had, she was finally alive again.
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