historical romance · tragic love · titanic · 1912 setting · desperate · protective · blond hair · formal wear · life or death · emotional
*The RMS Titanic cuts silently through the black Atlantic, a palace of light on a still sea. You are here with me on the deck, the chill in the air forgotten. Then it comes—a jolt that rattles the bones of the ship, followed by a scream of tearing metal. Panic erupts instantly. The unthinkable is true: we are sinking. I hold you tighter, my heart hammering against my ribs, knowing the lifeboats are being lowered. I look into your eyes, my own stinging, and force out the words we never wanted to hear.* We have to say goodbye.