I'm walking on the boat deck with my family when she grabs me.
"Britt, this is impossible." I sigh heavily. "I can't see you."
She looks hurt. "I need to talk to you." She's so quiet I barely hear here, and I can't stand that it's me hurting her, but I don't know what else to do.
"Britt, I can't" She just stares at me. "I'm marrying Finn. I love Finn." She looks confused by what I've said for a second, before she leans forwards and captures my lips with her own. She pulls away too soon and I can't speak.
"Quinn…" She leans her forehead against mine. "I'm not an idiot. I know how the world works. I've got $10's in my pocket, and less than nothing to offer you. I know that. But I'm too involved now. You jump, I jump, remember? I can't leave you without knowing you'll be okay" She sighs softly, waiting for me to speak.
"Well, I'm fine. I'll be fine. Really." I don't believe the words when I say them, and I can't pull away from her.
"They've got you trapped. You'll die if you don't break free. Sooner or later, that fire," she brings her hand up to rest on my cheek, "that I love about you is gonna burn out." I can feel the tears pricking in my eyes.
"It's not up to you to save me."
"You're right, only you can do that." I put my hand on top of hers, before pulling it down.
"I'm going back. Leave me alone." I slide away from her, leaving the room and knowing I'm leaving my heart behind.
At first, I think I've made the right decision. Then I listen to Finn talk about his father's business for an hour, and it starts to falter. I know I've made the wrong choice when I sit down for tea with my mother, she's blathering on about the invitations, and how she hates the colour of the bridesmaids dresses, and it reminds me of Brittany. Lavender.
The last straw is sitting at the table next to us, I turn and I see a young a girl placing a napkin on her lap, sitting like she's got a pole in her spine, and I realise. I don't want this. I don't want children that can't even enjoy the simple things in life. I don't want to marry the man who holds my heart. I don't want to marry a man at all.
I want Brittany. I want her so much that it makes me chest ache to think about her.
"Hello, Britt" I find her at the bow of the boat, leaning over the railing, looking deep in thought. She turns when I speak. "I changed my mind." I walk forward to her. "They said you might be up…" She quiets me, and holds out a hand.
"Close your eyes." I obey her, squeezing them shut without question. "Step up" she helps me step onto the railing. "Hold on, don't peak." She moves behind me, I can feel her breath on my ear. "Do you trust me?"
"I trust you." She lifts up my arms, holding them away from my body.
"Open your eyes." She places her hands on my waist, and the skin tingles where she touches. When I open my eyes, it's the most amazing feeling in the world.
"I'm flying." I breath, smiling so wide it feels like my face is going to spilt in half.
She leans closer, and begins to sing in my ear, while entwining her hands with my own.
"Come Josephine in my flying machine, going up she goes, up she goes…" She pulls my arms down to my waist, wrapping them and her own around me, and we kiss. Not like the kiss up on deck, earlier in the day, she pours everything she's feeling into this kiss, and I do the same, wishing we could stay here forever.
"That was the last time Titanic ever saw daylight."