Titanic

They called her the ship of dreams... it was.

April 13, 1912

"You'll never behave like that again."

Elizabeta's cup of Earl Grey didn't reach her lips after that statement. She looked over her fiancee. Francis face exhibits an anger that Elizabeta have never seen before. She paused, trying to read if he knew about her going to the Third Class deck.

"W-What do you mean?" She pretended, hoping that his anger is caused by something else.

"What do I mean?" Francis slammed his cup in his saucer. "What do I mean indeed?" With a vile curse Elizabeta never heard passed his lips before, he flung down their basket of bread and plates on the floor. "I heard you are degrading yourself joining F deck passengers and dancing with one breathing cheap ale in your face." Elizabeta looked at the mess from the floor and then to his face. His actions frightene her and if she weren't seated, her knees would've buckled.

"I won't tell the Baroness, Elizabeta." Francis stood up and went near her, their breakfast forgotten. "You need to be more aware of our social position. I can't allow you to do whatever you wish."

He took her chin and neared her face to hers. "You're my fiance. There will not be next time, you hear me?"

"You will honor me just like how a wife honors her husband." He left her there, shocked, frightened and in near tears.

"He told me not to see you anymore." Elizabeta started as they met on the deck. Earlier, Gilbert greeted her but his voice passed her ears as if she heard nothing.

"What do you mean?" He asked, noting her dejected countenance. What could've upset her so early in the morning?

"Francis," Elizabeta faced her then, but with the same air of sadness. Gilbert realized it was the same when he first saw her. "He knew about us."

"How?" Is it her fiancee causing her distress? Gilbert took in her form this morning. Her shoulders were hunched and her eyes are red and puffy, as if she was crying not too long ago.

"He asked someone to follow me. Francis knew then I was on the F Deck."

"How can you stand this?" For the first time Gilbert wished to know who her fiancee was, so that he can punch the bastard in a gut. "You're going to die sooner or later if you don't breakout."

"He's my fiancee, Gilbert. He had the right to be angry, seeing me cavorting in the night with the third class passengers."

"While you had no right to indulge yourself to happiness?" Gilbert prodded on, trying to reach his points across. "You were happy with me last night, Elizabeta. I saw it. We all saw it." He stopped, clenching his fist to suppress the need of taking her into his arms. "I'm only saying this because I'm worried about you."

"Its not up up to you." Elizabeta avoided hs eyes. "Its got nothing to do with you."

"You're right, but I... you..."

Why does he care so much for her? She has everything she could dream and desire with her fiance. Does he love her then?

Love. That caused his father his heartbreak even to his grave. Gilbert told no one but in the nights they were on board the ship sailing to England his old man has been calling his mother's name. Asking why she left him in favor of another. Why she rejected his neverending love for her over a man whose livelihood is gambling and squandering money.

Gilbert then asked himself. If he really does love Elizabeta, will they end up just like what happened between his father and mother. Will they only find happiness for a while then grew cold with each other?

Somehow, he doesn't want to know.

"Gilbert," Elizabeta touched his face, feeling the warmth of his neck by the back of her hand. "Do you know the poet Lord Tennyson?"

"No."

Elizabeta wrapped her arms around him, in her mind will be the first and last time she will do so, repaying in kind the embrace he gave her when he saved her the first time they met. "'In the spring, a young man's fancy lightly turn to thoughts of love."' She let go now, but without her eyes tearing up a little. "I'm your spring fancy, Gilbert. You thought its love you're feeling with me but its not." She rushed around, trying to reach for the door before she breaks down.

Gilbert looked at the doorknob she was trying to open but fail. Was it only spring fancy he's feeling. If it is, why does his chest hurt? "Should I apologize for liking you?"

Elizabeta slowly turned and then he knew why her hands are trembling and her shoulders shaking violently. Elizabeta Hedervary was crying.

"No for you see, you're my spring fancy, too."

Author's Notes: April 13, 1912 - Titanic's third day in the sea.

This chapter is really short. I really tried, but you see, I went to an anime convention and didn't have any time left. Don't worry I'll shower my lovely supporters details next time.

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