As you looked at the water below, you remembered what had happened a moment before you were about to jump and end your life on one of the most famous ships—the Titanic. You were getting out of bed just a moment before. You were throwing on clothes that were as expensive as how much even the rich were regularly paid just a moment before. As you walked out of the room and down the boat to the edge of the ship, just a moment before. You climbed onto the other side of the edge of the boat over the railing just a moment before.

Now. Now you were staring into the deep, almost pure black water. You closed your eyes, leaning your head back, trying to forget everything you were leaving behind. As you leaned your head back, eyes closed, you heard heavy footsteps, not recognizing them as someone you knew. You had to open your eyes. How could you not? As your eyes opened to become half-lidded, you saw a man with a softened face walking towards you, slowing down as you opened your eyes.

"Hello. You are Winslet, right?" He asked with a calm and gentle tone, taking small steps, not even a foot, inching closer to you. As you nodded, he took a bigger step to get a reaction that it was okay to come close to you. "Please don't. I have always dreamed of painting you. I'm a painter." He said as you brought your head back up, looking down at the water, "I would love if I could paint you before you die." He said, bringing his hand out for you to take. "Please." He said, stepping closer until he was an inch away from you, so he could take you back over the railing to bring you back away from the water.

You looked at him before glancing back over at the water, a sickening fear filling your body. You turned around and grabbed his hand, climbing onto the railing, which he lifted you off of gently, taking you into his arms bridal style before setting you down onto your feet, looking deeply into your eyes. "I know this might be a bad time to ask, but may I paint you?" He asked nervously, scratching the back of his head in awkward silence.