Wow. So, this is rather different to what I usually write but I wanted to change it up a bit. I hope you all enjoy this :)
She considered herself crazy. Totally and completely crazy. She was getting on another ship. The last time she was on a ship she nearly died and she lost the love of her life. Granted that was nearly two years ago but the trauma never goes away.
Rose Dawson stared at the big ship in front of her and sighed. Since the Titanic had long been buried at the bottom of the ocean this ship had been deemed the grandest ship in the world. The last time she got on a ship like this she was seventeen and now she was nineteen and doing it again. She didn't want to. She really hated the idea but her fiancé forced her too. The man was by no means anything like Caledon Hockley but he was still similar to him. He had the same sexist appeal to him and the idea that she was no more than his soon-to-be wife. For this reason, Rose refused to tell him what really happened whilst she was on the Titanic. She was only with Edward Brown because he looked after her and Molly Brown had been kind enough to set him up with her. The downside to being engaged to Edward Brown was the fact that Rose had been unable to escape the clutches of first class society.
"Miss Dawson?" Lily Tenor, Rose's maid, asked. Rose broke out of her trance and looked towards her maid and smiled.
"Yes, sorry Lily. Let's board, shall we?" Rose followed Edward onto the ship with their personal staff taking up the rear. Everyday seemed like she was getting further and further into the net that her mother had her in just two years ago. Rose didn't like it but she went with it.
The ship was taking passengers from New York to Southampton in England, the same route the ill-fated Titanic took just years earlier only the opposite direction. When Rose stepped inside the ship she felt like she was on the Titanic again. It seemed as if they'd designed this ship to look just like the Titanic and Rose didn't like it. Edward seemed to notice this and looked at his fiancé worryingly.
"Rose? Are you okay?"
"Yes, Ed. It just...reminds of the Titanic. The last time I was on a ship..."
"I know, darling. You lost your fiancé when it went down. Blah, blah, blah. This isn't the Titanic, Rose!" Edward snapped. He didn't understand. No one understood what it was like to be on that ship. The terror when it sank and the heartbreak when she realised that she'd lost Jack. Rose grumbled and followed Edward to their room. Molly Brown watched her cousin snap at the clearly traumatized young women.
"He doesn't know what it's like, Rose," she said as she walked passed. Rose smiled and sighed when Edward and Molly were out of earshot. The days of torture were about to begin.
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