The Last Hours
I met the love of my life on this ship. Her name was Sara; she knew exactly how to make a man feel special. Her smoky, soft-spoken voice knew the exact words to say in the perfect moments. She first caught my eye when I noticed her walking gracefully to the casino on the ship. I needed an excuse to meet her so I bumped into her and dropped my gambling chips on the ground. Naturally we both bent down to pick them up. As we scrambled to pick up the chips, we both grabbed the same piece and looked up at each other. That’s when I noticed her sparkling brown eyes. I’ve never seen eyes as beautiful as hers; I looked in her eyes and saw my future, my whole life story was being read like a book by the way she looked.
I invited her to my cabin on the top floor of the ship because she said she’s never seen what it looks like up there. She’s from a poor family and they couldn’t afford the top cabins. All we really did was talk and I learned all about her life. She’s the most intelligent woman I knew. Most women in the upper-class weren’t very smart because their father handed everything to them on a silver platter and the fact that she worked for everything she has appealed to me. I wanted to show her the world, she deserved to see the world because she had been living in the same small town of Decatur her entire life raising her 6 brothers. I told her I was going to take her to the Sunday Night Ball that the ship was hosting on Monday.
It was the night of the ball; April 15, 1912, and she look absolutely stunning. Her long black hair was curled and sprinkled with glitter to make it sparkle in the light. She had on a tight, strapless, red dress that ended right above her knees and hugged her beautiful curves. She had on black heels that showed off her legs and a stunning sterling silver necklace with a blue diamond in the center, it was her great grandmothers.
I walked with her into the ball and the event was amazing, they had a disco ball in the center and the best band in America playing the events music. She wasn’t much of a dancer at first but I got her to slow dance with me a few times. After the ball I walked her back to her cabin and kissed her goodnight. Her mom stared me down after that but I’m sure she didn’t really mind. I walked into my cabin and into my bedroom and heard a large bang followed by a huge jerk of the boat. I ran to the small window by my bed and saw an iceberg scrapping across the boat, then the glass broke and fell across the floor. I ran to the deck to warn the captain, assuming he was too much of an idiot to know what was going on, but I already saw that they were ringing the alarm bell at the top of the boat screaming for people to put on their life jackets.
I instantly thought of Sara I started to run down to the bottom cabins but saw water filling up to the top, my heart stopped. I ran back up to the deck and saw huge crowds of people running for life boats shoving to get on.
“WOMEN AND CHILDREN PLEASE”, the director screamed, “WOMEN AND CHILDREN”.
Surely she was also up here looking for a boat I ran through the crowds screaming her name begging for a reply but there was nothing even remotely close to one and it was driving me insane. Then I heard cracking and metal pulling. The ship was breaking in half. I started running up to the tip of the ship. Grabbing onto a rail as the ship began to split in half. I couldn’t stop thinking of Sara. I continued to look for her and call her name with no reply. The ship was up at a 90-degree angle and I knew this was my last hour. I looked down at the beauty of the ocean one last time before the ship went under and I noticed a black haired, brown eyed, beautiful girl sitting in a life boat right outside of the sinking ship.
