A Little Fall of Rain by asesina
Disclaimer: I don't own Titanic.
a/n: inspired by the song "A Little Fall of Rain" from Les Mis. This is just a little piece about Thomas Andrews' final moments on the Titanic. I envisioned a sort of conversation between Andrews and the personification of the Titanic (or Andrews and his conscience, whichever you prefer).
I hope you like it!
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She is dying.
He can hear it all around him.
She sighs with exhaustion and tries to suppress the groans of pain that emanate from deep within her.
Everything feels heavy, so heavy.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, addressing the eerily silent Smoking Room.
The elaborate walls are closing in on him.
"Thomas," she says in a gentle sing-song reply.
"I failed. It was all for nothing," he mutters hopelessly.
"No. What you did was beautiful. You gave me life," she says.
"But I didn't make you strong enough. You should have been able to survive this," he chokes.
"No one expected this, Thomas. You couldn't have known," she says brightly, but he can hear the pain in her voice.
"All of them- they're all going to die. There are only enough life boats for half of them," he murmurs, deep in thought.
"Please don't think about it, Thomas. You've saved so many people already," she says encouragingly.
"I just-," he falters, pausing to adjust the clock on the mantle.
"I'm cold," she whispers.
"I won't leave you," he says firmly.
"You don't have to stay," she murmurs.
"I must. It's the honorable thing to do."
"You were always a man of honor, Thomas. The world will remember your bravery. Your family will remember as well," she says weakly.
"We're falling. I can feel it," she adds, and he can detect the hint of fear in her voice.
"It will be over soon," he soothes.
"Thomas?" she asks in a tiny voice.
The room begins to tilt, and he knows that the end is near.
He looks up to the ceiling and makes the sign of the cross.
"Yes?" he asks softly.
"Thank you."
End.