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Rated: E · Novel · Romance/Love · #2047378
A tragic story about two people who meet and fall in love on the doomed ship. The Titanic
First page/Chapter -

Eleanor's point of view-

"Let us commend Arthur Bristol to the mercy of God, Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name ,Thy Kingdom come, die will be done......''

We watched casket being slowly lowered under the ground. Madam Bristol cried again for what seems like 100th time since he died. I held her in my arms

''Be strong Madam i am sure he's in a better place''

"We therefore commit his body to the ground , earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in the sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life."

The clouds had covered the sun and as I expected it started raining. People whispered but there voice were still very audible

''May god have Marcy on his soul. He was a good man''

''He was... he was''

''Were only dust after all...''

''poor Madam Bristol...''

''He was still young to...''

''Let’s be on our way Madam'' I said and walked the poor broken hearted woman. Arthur was like the brother I never had to me. We grew up together , he and his mother took care of me when I had no one else and accepted me like one of their own blood.

My heart felt like it was shattered this moment. How is life supposed to go on without him?

''Madam'' I called softly she was looking out of the window lost in her thoughts ''Madam'' I tried again.

Her head turned slowly to my direction. She was unrecognisable the woman who always has a bright smile on her face no matter what was now looking at me emotionless her eyes bloodshot.

''Tell me dear...is everything ready?''

''I am not comftobal leaving you here alone Madam Bristol. I will stay..''

''No'' she got up and walked slowly to me ''Arthur wanted you to go and I want you to go...this is something you can’t miss''


''Eleanor!!'' she looked at me sternly with her hazel eyes '' do it for Arthur...go don’t worry about me you know I can take care of myself''

''yes Madam Bristol. I’ll be on my way then''

''Good I’ll accampey you to the ship'' I nod and go get my bags from my old little room

''Promise me one thing dear...promise me you will never forget me when you find your actual family''

''Madam Bristol...''

''you don’t need to say anything dear just promise''

'' I can never forget you and Arthur I can’t imagine way you would think that''

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