Not be proofed yet! I will try and do it later : )

Chapter 27

I wasn't sure what time it was, but it was well after the sun had set that I finally saw the bright lights of New York City ahead of us. The statue of liberty was illuminated brightly in all her glory as we passed her and into the harbor. It was strange that I had passed this way so many times before, but this was the first time I actually appreciated its sight.

I clung tightly to Harry's hand as the rain that had been falling for sometime now, now began to fall harder and with more persistence.

Yet, even through the rain hundreds of us stood on the deck, watching as the Carpathia slowly moved through the water and over towards the pier. There were smaller boats around us and people who I believed to be insensitive reporters were yelling questions through megaphones.

No one answered their inquiries, but I could tell Harry wanted to yell back at them. I squeezed his hand and when he looked my way I shook my head.

It was obvious that the whole world now knew what had happened. Titanic was called unsinkable, and that fact that she had sunk was going to make headlines for many weeks, I imagined.

I went back to my room as we finally pulled in and began to dock at the pier. Harry went with me and followed me inside, as my roommates were obviously waiting to leave the ship as fast as they could. I gathered my clothes and wrapped them up in a tight bundle and turned to Harry.

"This is it." he said.

"Yes…" I went into his arms and held him so tightly. "I love you."

"I love you." he pulled away and kissed me, pressing his hands against the back of my head, his fingers intertwined through my hair. His forehead was against mine and for a brief moment it felt like we were back in the second class library on Titanic. Tears started to fall down my face, as I remembered that I would never be able to go back to that place again. He brushed them away with the tips of his fingers.

"I'll kiss you all the way to England, and then when I get there, I'm giving all of my other girlfriends the boot." he said with a grin.

I laughed at his comment and that smiled I loved so much. "You'd better be serious."

"I am." he replied before kissing me again. It was one of the most romantic, if not the most romantic kiss he had ever given me. I had no doubt that his whole heart was in it.

I felt guilty that I was enjoying this, but at the same time I didn't want to stop it. I was so torn, it felt so wonderful to feel alive again, yet I knew I should be thinking of the others who weren't as fortunate as I was.

In the end though it wasn't me that stopped us, it was the ship. You could hear her engines shudder as we came to a final stop. Harry and I parted, a bit breathlessly, from one another.

"I'll walk you up." he said after a moment.

I nodded and let him take my hand. We left the room and made our way up onto the deck.

They took off Titanic's lifeboats first, then began to let passengers go. I could hear a crowd at the end of the gangway and knew my family was down there waiting for me. My name had been on the list of survivors so I knew they would be there; George and my Grandmother.

I was quiet the whole time I waited for my turn to leave. Harry stood beside me and when I finally came upon the edge of the ship I looked back at him and quickly reached into my coat and pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to him.

"My Grandmother's address, and my Grandfather's just in case…" I replied as he took it.

He nodded and put it into his pocket and we kissed tenderly.

"I love you so much."

"I'll see you soon."

I nodded and we kissed one final time before I reluctantly pulled away from him and walked down towards America. I kept my gaze turned until he disappeared altogether from my sight. Then with tears running down my face I turned towards the crowd and began to look for my family.

"Sarah! Sarah over here!"

I could hear his voice, but seeing my brothers face proved to be a far greater task. I looked all around me, in a crowd of at least a thousand, I felt like I was swimming a sea of unknown faces. Then I saw him, standing over near a light post. My handsome brother, with his light brown hair and our matching green eyes. He was waving his hands frantically at me.

"George!"

I pushed my way through the crowd and over to him, when I finally reached him, he swooped me up off the ground and hugged me tightly.

"You're alright! Thank God!" he said setting me down. Holding me at arms length he looked me over. "You're a wreck, but you're alive, that's all I care about." he then hugged me again. "I was so worried about you." he replied finally releasing me. "It's all over the news. I shouldn't have to pick up the morning paper and read that my sister could be some icicle out in the North Atlantic. Then I got the wire, and you're alright."

"You heard about Rose?"

He nodded. "Grandmother is in the car with Aunt Ruth. She looks devastated. I love Rose, but I keep thinking it could have been you. It wasn't just one kind of people, it was everyone."

"I know George I was there." my voice was solemn.

"Right." his eyes were sad and he put his arm around me. "Come on, let's go home."

As he led me away from the crowd and to the crowd waiting for us I looked back at the ship, hoping to get one last look at Harry, and even though it was dark and he was so high up and I was so far down, I swore I could see him. Leaning on the rail, he mouthed "I love you."

I did the same.

Harry…

Lights walked up to me just after Sarah disappeared into the crowd.

"You know I met my wife, Sylvia, when I was on the Pacific Run to Australia." he spoke up.

I nodded, still leaning against the rail of the now quiet ship.

"I was about your age, she wasn't very old either, twenty or so." he leaned down on the rail next to me. "Her father forbid it and threatened to report me to the captain. I didn't give a damn, neither did she…we married a few weeks later and I traveled back from Australia with my new wife in toe."

I looked over at him and smiled. "Is there a point to all of that?"

"Yes, a very good one. No matter what, you can always fight the enemy, epicially when it comes to beautiful girls."

"I asked her to marry me…gave her my Grandfather's pocket watch."

"She said yes?"

I nodded. "I should have married her on the Titanic."

"Skipper wouldn't have approved, he was all about custom, you know that."

"I don't give a damn. She's worth it. She makes me want to get up in the morning…I'd do anything for her…even lie."

"Lie? Take it from me, that's the one thing you don't want to do to a woman. Didn't your mother teach you anything?" he got up and patted me on the back, laughing. I couldn't though, I had lied. And it was only a matter of time before I couldn't keep the secret I had promised to Rose.

Sarah's happiness was worth more to me than any damn promise and knowing I could spare the grief that she held in her heart tore me up.

I only hoped that she wouldn't hate me for it.