Jack walked briskly across the worn decks of Titanic. Had it been this many
Years that she sank, killing innocent third class passengers, putting the rich bastards
to good use, pulling apart families that thought they would survive? Yes, it had
been that many years. Seventy-Four damn lonely years...
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"Rose dear, you must awaken. He is waiting...
He is waiting...
He is waiting..."
"Rose slowly sat up in her bed. She knew it was he, calling her home, to the water depths of Hell. Yet, as she thought, it would not be hell for he would be with her...
She could feel his warm breath on her neck. He was near, and she wished to touch him. It had been long since she had felt his body press against her in a relationship she could not comprehend. It was a connection. A connection between them that went farther than touch...
Years that she sank, killing innocent third class passengers, putting the rich bastards
to good use, pulling apart families that thought they would survive? Yes, it had
been that many years. Seventy-Four damn lonely years...
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"Rose dear, you must awaken. He is waiting...
He is waiting...
He is waiting..."
"Rose slowly sat up in her bed. She knew it was he, calling her home, to the water depths of Hell. Yet, as she thought, it would not be hell for he would be with her...
She could feel his warm breath on her neck. He was near, and she wished to touch him. It had been long since she had felt his body press against her in a relationship she could not comprehend. It was a connection. A connection between them that went farther than touch...