"That's where it ends." Lizzy answered with tears in her eyes

Brock, who had a sad frown on his face, rose from his chair and stretched his back, "Poor guy." Looking to the sky he asked, "Do you want some coffee?" Receiving a nod he walked out of the sun room and walked to the kitchen.

Stretching Lizzy rubbed her tired eyes, standing up she forgot about the book still lying in her lap, and it fell to the floor. Looking at the small journal on the ground she hurried to bend down and pick it up. It was probably the only evidence to show that Luciano Grimaldi, and Reid Oliver fell in love on the Titanic. She would forever hold onto the part of her uncle that she never knew.

Sighing Lizzy rapidly flipped through the rest of the journal, the blank pages flying by. The story was tragic just like her own grandmother's story, but one thing hurt her deeply, just as it had hurt Luciano. Why hadn't Reid Oliver returned Luciano's declaration? Luciano had lived the rest of his life never knowing if his own love had loved him in return. Her uncle was far too kind to live with that torment. Her eyes looked to the sky that was quickly becoming light with the suns help. Finding the hazy form of the moon she repeated the phrase her uncle said many time through his life time, a small phrase she herself says whenever she sees the moon. After reading the journal she now understands why her Uncle Luke always said the expression, Reid had said his mother would say that saying whenever she was missing her husband. Luke would say it whenever he was missing Reid. She could only think that whenever Luke had repeated that phrase he remembers Reid, and how much he loved him.

Sighing she made it to the end of the journal but her breath hitched when she found a small paragraph at the bottom of the last page. Running her hand over the blotchy patched all over the page she realized they were tear marks. She ran a finger over the small writing and she could tell it was a different writing from her uncles it was short and precise unlike Luciano's writing which was large flowing letters. Her eyes widened when she realized who had written it, and tear pooled in her eyes.

"Brock. Come here, Brock." Her voice held urgency, as she screamed for her boyfriend. He flew through the doorway panting.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

She motioned for him to walk closer and indicated the small book in her lap. Her eyes were filled with tears and they flowed unchecked down her cheeks. Walking behind the couch he leaned down over her shoulders and silently read the paragraph written in a neat script. Tears came to Brock's own eyes as he read the secret message.

"The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love"

'And then I met you, and I am now convinces that I shall never know a man whom I love more.

I may never be able to say these words out loud, but you must know I mean ever word I write.

I love you, my sweet Luciano.