LIFE AFTER JACK
Chapter Twenty-Three
Rose awoke in the middle of the
night and stared into Andrew’s cradle. He looked so much like Jack. He had a
head full of blond hair. He had blue eyes. When she stared into them, she could
not look away. Afterwards, Rose walked over to Rebecca’s cradle and smiled at
her. She had blue eyes with blondish-red hair. Rose smiled down at both of her
sleeping babies.
She walked through the house and
looked out the parlor window. There was a fresh layer of snow on the ground. It
looked just like white powder lying on the ground. Rose stared out into the
dark night. There was a full moon, and it shone down onto the white ground. She
could see that it was still snowing a little bit. She smiled as she walked into
the kitchen. Rose poured herself a glass of milk and sat down at the table to
drink it. She grabbed a couple of cookies out of a jar that was sitting on the
table.
There was a knock on the door.
Rose wondered who would be crazy enough to be out at this time of night in this
weather. She walked over to the door and opened it.
A man stood there in a long
trench coat.
"Can I help you?" Rose
asked.
"Yes. I am looking for Rose
DeWitt Bukater," the man said.
Rose knew the voice, but this was
an older-looking man. He had a beard and long, gray hair.
"I am Rose." Rose stood
there as the man stared at her. She realized who the man was. It was Spicer
Lovejoy.
Rose suddenly fell to the ground.
Jack jumped up and saw that Lovejoy was standing there. Rose was lying on the
ground, covered in blood. She was gasping for air and could not breathe. She
looked up at Jack and told him she loved him. Jack said not to give up.
Lovejoy was already gone. Jack
grabbed the telephone and called the hospital. An ambulance came speeding up
outside the apartment building. The driver rushed into the apartment. They
carried her out to the ambulance.
Jack grabbed the twins and took
them to the next door neighbors, who Jack did not know, but he explained what
had happened. Jack jumped into the car and followed the ambulance to the
hospital. The bullet had gone through her stomach.
Jack walked into the hospital. He
sat there for a few hours. Finally, the nurse told him that he could come back
to see his wife.
Jack walked out of the waiting
room. He walked into the room where Rose was lying. She seemed so lifeless. The
doctor came into the room.
"She is going to be fine.
The bullet is out," the doctor said.
Jack sat down beside Rose and
kissed her hand.
"Jack?" Rose mumbled.
"Yes, Rose. I’m here."
Rose looked into Jack’s eyes and
he looked into her blue eyes. Jack and Rose went on to live long, happy lives.
Jack lived to be eighty-seven years old. He died in 1979. Rose lived to be one
hundred one. She died in 1996 while on another ship, telling her story to her
granddaughter and a few treasure hunters looking for the Heart of the Ocean.
Before Rose died, she threw the Heart of the Ocean into the sea, back to the
Titanic, where it belonged.
The End.