Wait, when did we meet?
It was in the Summer of 1912, aboard a magnificent cruise.
Your mother insisted that your recent engagement and upcoming marriage to a wealthy upper-classman would maintain your family's financial elevation. But you didn't love him.
Out of desire to act for yourself, and make one final decision on your own, you intended to leap from the ship to a watery death. But a handsome, poor artist stopped you only moments before. CRAM, was his name.
4 days later, the ship hit an iceberg, and you floated away on a door big enough for 2 while he slowly died of hypothermia feet away from you.
Or was it the Spring of 1912? I can't remember.
