Birth

When Mary awoke morning, the last thing she expected was for her life to crumble around her. The news had broken the night before and the papers rushed to print out headlines about the Unsinkable ship sinking. James and Patrick had been on that ship. Mary's future had been on that ship and now it was gone.

Mary wasn't a cruel person, but wasn't she one to beat around the bush. She didn't love Patrick; she'd been forced to contend with him from a young age and had simply continued to do so into adulthood. Apparently, she had done it so well that it had prompted him to propose. She had accepted, of course.

Father would call her selfish when she was relieved that she didn't have to wear black, mother would call her heartless, Edith would simply avoid her. Sybil, however, would whisper softly.

"Maybe it's not the death of Patrick and James we should think of...perhaps its the birth of new possibilities." Mary caught her sisters eye in her mirror, her own teartracks making her face red. She smiled slightly.


Well, this is my first attempt at writing a Drabble's collection and I've decided to do it about Mary and Matthew. You'll probably get a fair few chapters up today but after that, they may slow down a little.

I've not got a limit on the amount of words I'll be using for each Drabble and , if I like them that much, you may even get full on one-shots.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy :D

Steph xx