N.B-Based on James Cameron's Titanic, not historically accurate.
He Died A Lonely Man-Chapter two: An Alarming Discovery
Thomas muttered to himself as he started down the stairs to the steerage deck. He had fought for sometime now against his urges to go down there and "accidentally" bump into the beautiful young woman again, but now could fight them no longer. He ran his fingers through his wavy grey hair, and wished again that he was just a bit better looking. Thomas was unaware of the fact that women were very attracted to his quiet and sensible demeanour, unaware of the fact that the mysterious girl had been as attracted to him as he had been to her.
He strode down the hall, not dawdling now as he thought again of her beauty. Thomas was to sensible to believe in such nonsense as love at first sight, indeed, he had protested and fought against it on more than one occasion, and Thomas did not believe that he was in love. He was attracted, that was it, and more than slightly angry at this girl for invading his mind.
His timing could not have been more perfect, the girl stepped out the door just as he was passing, and Thomas mentally congratulated himself on his intuition.
Vanity looked up and saw Thomas. "Oh, sir."She said, panicking.
"No, don't be afraid!" Thomas caught hold of her arm. "Stay, please."
Vanity looked up at his searching eyes. "Alright,"He finally agreed. She had had no-one to talk to and was desperately lonely.
"I'm Thomas Andrews," He introduced himself, still not removing his had from her. "Please, miss, what's your name?"
"Vanity,"
Thomas nodded, Vanity was the perfect word to describe this girl, she was beautiful. Careful not to feast his eyes on her for too long, he looked up. "Vanity what?"
"Garber," She breathed, wondering why she was shaking. "Vanity Garber,"
"And you are travelling third class, I assume, Vanity?"
Her clear blue eyes met his questing chocolate ones. "Why, yes, but what of you? You dress too-"She realised what she had been about to say, and changed it quickly- "Too elegantly to be travelling steerage."
"You've caught me out, then. I'm designer of the ship," He looked at her closely, scrutinising every feature. She passed with flying colours.
Vanity laughed gaily. "Piffle! Don't trifle with me, sir," She ventured out boldly. "I prefer to be flirted with,"
Thomas drew a sharp intake of breath at her latter comment. "Why are you on board, Vanity? You will excuse me for asking, of course, but you sound Irish born, like myself,"
"I'm going to America," She admitted reluctantly. "To find a husband."
"Oh," Thomas took a step back from her. "Oh, that would make sense"
"So, Mr Andrews, are you travelling second class?" She looked at him keenly, and Thomas melted.
"Why, yes, as a matter of fact, I am," He fibbed. "But now I must go and-"
"Yes?" Interjected Vanity when he stopped abruptly.
"Go and-prepare for dinner"
"Oh," Vanity could barely keep the disappointment out of her voice. "Will I see you again?"
Thomas considered it, then decided it was best if he did not. Clearly, she was not in his class.
"Perhaps" He turned around and started walking away. "Perhaps,"
And then he was gone, leaving Vanity aware of a new, pleasant feeling inside of her that hadn't been there ever before.
He Died A Lonely Man-Chapter two: An Alarming Discovery
Thomas muttered to himself as he started down the stairs to the steerage deck. He had fought for sometime now against his urges to go down there and "accidentally" bump into the beautiful young woman again, but now could fight them no longer. He ran his fingers through his wavy grey hair, and wished again that he was just a bit better looking. Thomas was unaware of the fact that women were very attracted to his quiet and sensible demeanour, unaware of the fact that the mysterious girl had been as attracted to him as he had been to her.
He strode down the hall, not dawdling now as he thought again of her beauty. Thomas was to sensible to believe in such nonsense as love at first sight, indeed, he had protested and fought against it on more than one occasion, and Thomas did not believe that he was in love. He was attracted, that was it, and more than slightly angry at this girl for invading his mind.
His timing could not have been more perfect, the girl stepped out the door just as he was passing, and Thomas mentally congratulated himself on his intuition.
Vanity looked up and saw Thomas. "Oh, sir."She said, panicking.
"No, don't be afraid!" Thomas caught hold of her arm. "Stay, please."
Vanity looked up at his searching eyes. "Alright,"He finally agreed. She had had no-one to talk to and was desperately lonely.
"I'm Thomas Andrews," He introduced himself, still not removing his had from her. "Please, miss, what's your name?"
"Vanity,"
Thomas nodded, Vanity was the perfect word to describe this girl, she was beautiful. Careful not to feast his eyes on her for too long, he looked up. "Vanity what?"
"Garber," She breathed, wondering why she was shaking. "Vanity Garber,"
"And you are travelling third class, I assume, Vanity?"
Her clear blue eyes met his questing chocolate ones. "Why, yes, but what of you? You dress too-"She realised what she had been about to say, and changed it quickly- "Too elegantly to be travelling steerage."
"You've caught me out, then. I'm designer of the ship," He looked at her closely, scrutinising every feature. She passed with flying colours.
Vanity laughed gaily. "Piffle! Don't trifle with me, sir," She ventured out boldly. "I prefer to be flirted with,"
Thomas drew a sharp intake of breath at her latter comment. "Why are you on board, Vanity? You will excuse me for asking, of course, but you sound Irish born, like myself,"
"I'm going to America," She admitted reluctantly. "To find a husband."
"Oh," Thomas took a step back from her. "Oh, that would make sense"
"So, Mr Andrews, are you travelling second class?" She looked at him keenly, and Thomas melted.
"Why, yes, as a matter of fact, I am," He fibbed. "But now I must go and-"
"Yes?" Interjected Vanity when he stopped abruptly.
"Go and-prepare for dinner"
"Oh," Vanity could barely keep the disappointment out of her voice. "Will I see you again?"
Thomas considered it, then decided it was best if he did not. Clearly, she was not in his class.
"Perhaps" He turned around and started walking away. "Perhaps,"
And then he was gone, leaving Vanity aware of a new, pleasant feeling inside of her that hadn't been there ever before.