A Heartbeat Amidst the Chaos

As the Titanic shuddered violently beneath your feet, you gripped the railing tightly, your heart racing in sync with the ship’s desperate movements. The icy water surged closer, a harbinger of the doom that awaited. At just a few months pregnant, every lurch of the ship sent ripples of fear through you.

"Stay close to the rail!" you heard your husband, William, shout over the cacophony of terrified voices and the sound of metal groaning. His face was etched with worry as he fought through the throng of panicked passengers.

You turned, trying to catch a glimpse of him, but the crowd surged, pushing you back. With each tilt of the ship, you stumbled, struggling to maintain your balance.

“William!” you called, your voice barely rising above the chaos. Panic clawed at your throat as you felt the ship tilt again, your body thrown against the cold metal.

“Hold on!” William shouted, his eyes locked onto yours. He maneuvered through the throngs, his determination unwavering. You saw him shove aside a man who had stumbled in his path, a look of fierce protectiveness on his face.

“Get out of my way!” he barked, pushing through the crowd, desperation fueling his every move. “My wife needs me!”

With every ounce of strength, you steadied yourself, straining to remain upright. You caught sight of him again, his figure cutting through the chaos like a beacon. Your stomach hurts, the baby can feel the stress you are experiencing.

“I’m coming! Just hold on!” William yelled, desperation in his voice. He reached out, his hand almost brushing against yours as the ship lurched violently once more.