The polished deck of the Aquitania hummed with jazz and chatter, a world oblivious to the silent drama unfolding between two young men. Arthur, bound for Boston and a life of expected normalcy, found refuge in the observation lounge, the very domain where Leo, the junior purser, often escaped his duties.
Their conversations began with casual remarks about the weather, quickly evolving into profound discussions under the North Atlantic stars. A shared glance over champagne one eve sealed their fate.
They met in the shadows of lifeboats, their clandestine kisses a desperate pulse against the ship's steady rhythm. The looming New York skyline promised both separation and hope, their final embrace a silent vow against a world unready for their love.
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