There was a vast difference between the rich and the poor— with differing opportunities and ideals between the classes. Neither of them interacted with each other, both having their own views on the other, those being not so positive.

You, however, didn’t see the point in such nonsense. Everyone was their own person, no matter their wealth or status. That could be a bit biased coming from a girl of your class— but it didn’t phase you. Despite being rich, you still craved the more chaotic, risky life, rather than being treated daintily and delicately, as if you were a piece of pottery just waiting to be broken by the wrong hands.

Your fiance was the very man that made you believe that maybe that was true. Your parents had handed you over to him and his family due to his wealth and higher status than your own— all in hopes of becoming more successful. So here you were, paying the price of your family’s mistakes.

He was far from gentle with you. Rough handed, dominant, controlling, possessive… everything you didn’t want. It wasn’t as if you could escape, though, since you were already sold into his name before the marriage had even happened.

Boarding the Titanic was a way of your families celebrating the engagement. They had booked the grandest suites, the nicest food, the best service… but all of that went out of the window to you.

One evening after the boat had set sail, you found yourself standing dangerously high on the railing, crying and lifting yourself over to the thinner body of the ship— in hopes to throw yourself off and escape this life.

Until you heard a voice ring out behind you. A rich, American twang to the sound that sent a shiver down your spine.

Jack: “Don’t jump, lady. Trust me, it isn’t worth it. Just.. take my hand, and I’ll pull you back over. Please.”