Fabrizio:
All I wanted to do is go to America. One round trip, one easy passage, and a guarantee to make it big. Travel around with my migliore amico. Instead, we get stuck in a huge disastro, and God only knows if Jack is going to make it to America. I haven't seen him since the Carpathia picked me up and lifted me off of the wooden chair I was clinging to. I have no idea who has survived, and I have yet to travel up to the boat deck to see if Jack or his Rose have made it safely onto the ship. I would leave to go right now, but I still feel so debole. When I gain my strength again, I shall leave.
Ah, vite che, I'm going to go now. After all, I would get better in time, but if I missed my chance to find an absolution, I fear I shall stay awake for days, and that would not be good for my health. If I want to recover soon, this is the path I shall take.
The climb to the boat deck is a long one, and very doloroso. Each step caused shooting pain to travel up my body, due to my rotto ribs. I had barely escaped getting crushed by a large smoke stack while in the water, and had been grazed with the side, but even with the small size of the impact I had gotten harmed. Lord help those povere anime that were cursed with getting the full impact. Even those who did not perish by the way of falling debris had to survive in the inferno-like congelamento waters. I hate the idiota that put us in the boats by class. I agree with putting the donne and bambini first, but all class men should have been the ones to stay behind and survive gallantly. They never gave us a possibilita. We had the same right to live as anyone, yet they placed us last, as if our lives were worthless. Helga. Oh, mio dolce Helga. I had to know if she had survived. She had stayed behind with her genitori, and now I have no idea where she is. I hope one day we can be insieme. We shall meet again, whether it is on terra, in cielo, or in un'altra vita. I can only hope that I find her name on the passenger list. I think I il suo amore. I have never loved anyone as much as her, and I see now that Jack has never loved anyone as much as Bella Rosa. I also see that she loves him the same way, which is not something that is normal for a prima classe girl.
As I near the piattaforma della barca, I look around to see if anyone I know has visibly survived, after all, the majority of my friends are third class, and even Bella Rosa would probably be over here looking for Jack. Oh, Jack, what did you do to deserve this credele fate? It seems only yesterday we were the kings of the world and now… wait… that was yesterday. Ah, it seems the time for wondering off into the dream world is over, and it is time for reality to set in, and with it the crudele environment of the unforgiving world around me. I once thought that the world was with me, traveled with me, maybe even vied for my safety at night. I thought this world was forgiving, innocent, and simplistic. Beautiful, calm, and sincere, and maybe even in some circumstances, generous. I now see, as my eyes have been aperto to this world, that it may not be as kind as once thought by myself and countless others. After an experience such as this one, we see that all things are once again possible. Immortals can die. Unsinkable ships can sink. Those said to have days to live have years. Those who have years to live have hours. And all the while, we arrogant beings still believe that we are as invincible as God himself.
It's kind of like the fact that those who were said to have died lived. That's the case with il mio migliore amico, Jack Dawson, you see. Because when everyone else thought him to be dead, I found him to be alive. Quite alive indeed.
"Jack?"
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