Hello, sorry for the long wait!

So, this story is going to be about the movie Titanic. I'm sure you all have watched at least once

Either way, I will change it up a little and it will not be exactly like the Titanic.

This is an eclare story so, if you don't like eclare, this story is most likely NOT for you.

I do hope you enjoy this and please review if you want me to continue! Enjoy...

I walked aboard the ship. One foot in front of the other. My fiancé was walking by my side, holding my hand in a tight grip that would make anybody wince in pain.

I looked at him with depressed eyes- not that he would ever notice.

Ever look at a family portrait before? It looks... So happy. Their smiles and the hugs. You wouldn't think beyond that.

If you looked deep into one of those pictures, you would see all the fakeness.

Mine was fake. Everything about that picture was fake.

My mother had only married my father for his money... There was so much of it.

Now, he is deceased. He had left us with no money. Nothing devoted to us. He loved me, but he and my mother rarely got along... In the end of a fight, she would always beg for forgiveness- probably afraid to loose the only thing that kept us from being homeless...

Ok, enough about my past, I am hear to tell you about the present; nothing more. I do apologize if I get carried away and start talking about what can not be changed now.

Now, let me explain. You're probably thinking "What in the world do you and your fiancé have to do with a stupid picture?" So, incase you are wondering that, I will elaborate.

Andrew and I are like a family portrait. It looks... So perfect- but there is more than what meets the eye.

I was marrying this man for the same reason my mother had married my father. Hell, my mother had convinced me into marrying this rich snob!

I remember her words...

"Is this what you want Clare! Do you want us to end up on the street! If you don't marry him, we will loose everything!"

I sat their in my chair, looking down at the ground. I honestly rather live on the streets than marry that thing.

"Do you like our house? Do you like our possessions! I know you do! So why are you being so selfish and not taking care of us!"

I had lost it right then and their... "Us? Who is 'us'? You're the only one who wants this! You would sacrifice your own daughters' happiness just to keep your stupid prized possessions!"

Next thing I know, my mothers hand had made contact with my cheek and I was flung across the room, my head hitting the wall with a thump.

"You will marry him. You will be happy and I am calling him right now to tell him."

And once she left, tears streamed down my face. There were so many, I was afraid they would not stop raining down...

That memory made me want to cry again, but I couldn't for 3 reasons.

1. We were in public with maybe a thousand people crowded around us.

2. My mother would accuse me of trying to drawl attention.

3. If I cried, I don't think I would be able to stop.

Those reasons were enough to keep me composed and not burst out in tears.

I cleared my throat and held my head high. Here goes nothing.

"Welcome to the Titanic." Andrew spoke in a French ascent.

The doors flung open and I took in the most breathtaking site I had ever seen in my entire life.

Next chapter will be longer and I am pretty sure Eli will be in it.

I will update soon, probably tomorrow, for you lovely people- Only if I get reviews!