April 12th, 1912- 11:10pm
I was at a beach. The soft tumbling of the water set a mood. Jack was sitting next to me, drawing peacefully in his leather sketchbook.
Although I knew it was just a dream, it felt like we had been there for hours. Sitting on the beach, gazing at the sky, and falling in love.
Neither of us were talking, but I knew how we both felt in that moment.
I looked at what Jack was drawing, and it wasn't normal, but I wasn't alarmed. Obviously we were at a beach, but this wasn't a sketch of the water meeting the sand- It was a sketch of giant, icy waves in the middle of the ocean. I thought nothing of it.
Nothing of it.
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No One Compares
RomanceFollow y/n y/l/n and Jack Dawson on their journey to love inside the ill-fated Titanic. (Jack Dawson and the Dewitt Bukater family do not belong to me.) I ask as you read this story you take time to remember the real victims of the Titanic tragedy...
