Last chapter. This is the epilogue. It is like the movie's ending, but I changed a thing or two here and there. It's short and to the point. I actually wrote this a few days ago, but I've been changing things around here and there.

So all of us here have had real depressing week. Mandie, my best friend, had to go back to England yesterday when she got a call that her mom is in the hospital with cancer. They didn't catch it quick enough, so her mom's cancer is really far progressed. She's probably not going to make it. She has been a second mom to me. Poor Mandie didn't take the news well either. Her mother is so sweet and didn't deserve any of this. So keep her family in your thoughts and prays. I know they'll all appreciate your support. I'll pass it along to them.

Thank you everyone who has read and reviewed. I feel really blessed. Keep an eye out for any new stories that I may post. I'm not sure what I'm going to write next. I'm still working on the Where We Begin, A Hybrid and a Doppleganger, and What If, so look out for updates on those.

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Blackness. Complete blackness.

The wreck of Titanic loomed like a ghost in the dark, lit by a kind of moonlight.

Damon and Elena stood at the doors of the First Class Entrance. The sounds of a distant waltz could be heard. A pair of stewards opened the doors for them.

Damon was dressed in white tie dress, Elena in an evening gown, a small glittering tiara upon her head. He escorted her in to the foyer, which lit by glowing chandeliers. The music was vibrant now, and the room was populated by men in white tie and tailcoats and top hat, women in their evening gowns. It was exquisitely beautiful. A night straight from the past.

Alaric stood by the staircase, Jenna beside him on his arm. Anna and her young husband watched from above on the staircase. Tyler and Caroline were waiting patiently for the Prince and Princess of Bourbon-Two Sicilies, the former Count and Countess of Tuscany. Katherine's parents, Prince Paolo and Princess Helen of Bourbon- Two Sicilies, stood next to Helen's parents, the Lockwoods.

Isobel watched the scene with interest, with Mrs. Margaret Brown, the Countess of Rothes, Trudie Peterson, and Honoria Fells by her side, all laughing and talking happily. Thomas Andrews was smiling at Elena and Damon proudly. Bonnie and Emily Bennett waiting, Bonnie grinning excitedly, dressed in the attire of the first class as Bonnie said they once were. The Strauses watched with a smile. Wallace Hartley led his band in a lively waltz.

As Elena and Damon walked up the staircase, she paused, the giant diamond on the stair before her. Elijah knelt before her, lifting up the diamond to hand to her husband, who fastened it around her neck. No longer was the necklace a cold heart, rather a symbol of love. Klaus had loved Elena, no matter how awful he had been. She did love him too, once, a long time ago, but now her love, pure and true, ran only for the raven-haired man at her side, leading her up the staircase.

Klaus stood at the top of the staircase by the clock, his face cold and impassive until Elena hugged him and placed a kiss on his cheek, a girl of seventeen once more, just as Damon was once again twenty. He shook hands with the Prince, allowing him to take his wife back into his arms. Elena's lips met her husband's at the top of the Grand Staircase and her ex-fiancé smiled, having come to terms that Elena loved Damon, but once upon a time, she had loved him.

The passengers, officers, and crew of the RMS Titanic smiled and applauded in the utter silence of the abyss.

The End.

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