Free Me
In the dim light of her state room, he possessed her thoughts. Her bed was untouched, tomorrow's rich blue and white dress hung out ready for the day's events. Dinner had been a long affair; her eyes had been so obviously transfixed on the chair where he had sat the evening before and stolen the attention of every respectable person present. If high society hadn't agreed with his presence at the table, they had remained quiet and enjoyed the company.
He had become the light in her dull and ill life. After enduring two painful hours in her world he had taken her into his; an entirely separate life which existed just a few decks below her feet. The poor accepted her, danced with her and so did he. Jack Dawson.
She closed her eyes and allowed herself to indulge in the dance they had shared, so close and so personal. She hadn't known this world had existed and truth be told she never wanted to leave.
When she had reached her own world again, the light had faded and he had been right; the fire inside her did burn out and yet his words affected her in such a way she never thought possible. He loved her fire, he had offered her a hand into another world and yet all she heard was her Mother's shrill warning to never seen him again. Cal's anger had frightened her and so she had walked away from him and hadn't looked back. She had declined lunch and remained absent minded since.
He had sought her out to declare how profound his feelings were, his words tickling her ears and she had never heard anything as sweet but she couldn't indulge in such a thing and so she had left him there, alone.
A faint shudder overcame her and then she noticed the beading on her bedroom chandelier tremble. Her wooden desk seemed to vibrate and then the shudder came harder once more.
Her mother's voice in the sitting room ensured she hadn't imagined such a thing. A feeling overcame her, one of pure dread.
Something serious had happened.