Disclaimer: I don't own Titanic or her crew or passengers, I only own Joan Brown snd her family, created on my immagination.
Author note: I'm kind of new at this, so please don't be mean, and tell me what you think of it.
April 14, 1913
I was staring out the window, thinking. Just thinking.
It's been over a year, I should have forgotten it already.
I mean, it's not like I've known him that long. I've just met him.
But still, I loved him. He was the best thing that ever happened to me.
But he's gone, and there's nothing I can do about it.
April 15, 1913
I woke up late, again. Still, with regret in my chest, but I ignored it, and I went to change clothes and get ready, today is the day, today I'm going to visit him.
I stared at the grave, that damn grave.
There he is, he is buried in it, and I couldn't do anything but stared at it.
I didn't cry, but I didn't say a word either.
I just read the script for the fifth time:
"In loving memory of James Paul Moody
Born August 21st. 1887
Gave up his life
In the Wreck of the S. S. "Titanic"
April 15th 1912
Greater Love Hath No Man than This,
That A Man Lay Down His Life for His Friends"
Suddenly, flashbacks, of the events of those days came to my mind, as I remembered how my life was before I met him.
My name is Joan Frances Lowe, and this is the story of my life…
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