Written by Ads890
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.

Jack and I made our way over to a door that was floating nearby, which nobody had claimed yet.

Jack looked over at the officer nearby, who was blowing his whistle with all his might, trying to get the boats to return for them. Jack turned and looked behind me to see if they were coming before facing me again.

"The boats will come back for us, Rose. Hold on just a little longer. They had to row away for the suction and now they'll be coming back."

I nodded in response and gave him a small, hopeful smile, which he returned. He gripped my hand tighter and rested his head on the door. There was only room for one on this door, and he was trying to save me like he had many times before. I had only known this man for a few days, but I was in love with him. I would do anything for him, just like he would for me.

I don’t know how much time passed, but people’s shouts and cries for help died out as they left this world, leaving their cold bodies behind. I turned and looked at Jack, who smiled at me. I couldn’t smile, though. Where were the boats? Why were they taking so long?

I couldn’t feel my toes or my fingers. I was numb to the wind and to the cold. My hair was sticking to the door that I was floating on and there was ice in it. I looked into my love’s eyes to see him smile at me. I couldn’t smile back, though, for I knew we were going to die on this cold, harsh night.

"Just a few more minutes. It'll take them a while to get the boats organized..." Jack said. He didn’t take his eyes off me. "I don't know about you, but I intend to write a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all this."

I laughed weakly, surprised at my own voice. I knew the truth, though; they weren’t coming back for us. Why would they? They were safe and warm in those tiny boats called lifeboats. We were going to freeze to death out in the middle of the ocean. I looked into Jack’s eyes as I got ready to say good-bye. This would be my only chance.

"I love you, Jack."

"No…don’t say your good-byes, Rose. Don’t you give up. Don’t do it."

He tightened his grip on my hands and moved closer to me.

"I'm so cold."

"You're going to get out of this...you're going to go on and you're going to make babies and watch them grow and you're going to die an old lady, warm in your bed. Not here. Not this night. Do you understand me?"

No…why was he saying that? If a boat did come, we were getting out together.

"I can't feel my body."

"Rose, listen to me. Listen. Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened to me." He stopped, trying to get a breath of air, which was becoming harder for him. I wanted to cry and help him somehow.

"It brought me to you. And I'm thankful, Rose. I'm thankful."

I was thankful as well. He had saved me from Cal and had shown me how to be free. I was grateful to have met him as well, and I loved him.

"You must do me this honor...promise me you will survive...that you will never give up...no matter what happens...no matter how hopeless...promise me now, and never let go of that promise."

He was right. I couldn’t give up. We were going to get out of here together and we were going to start a life. It would be hard, but we would make it without Cal and Mother.

"I promise."

"Never let go."

"I promise. I will never let go, Jack. I'll never let go." He kissed my hand and smiled at me as we put our heads together and waited for the boats. I could hear his breathing and it calmed me. We would make it. We had to.

After awhile, I turned on my back and looked up at the starry sky. There were so many stars that I smiled. A shooting star crossed the sky as I started to sing the song Jack had sung to me hours before on the bow as we were flying across the sea.

"Come Josephine in my flying machine..."

Suddenly, there was a bright light coming towards us and going away just as fast. I turned slowly to see one lifeboat with a couple of men in it and one woman who had been rescued. My heart leapt for joy and I thanked God above as I turned to wake Jack.

"Jack." My voice was barely a whisper as I shook him. He looked so peaceful sleeping, but it was time to go. I shook him again and called out for him a little louder. He still didn’t move or open his eyes. Frost had covered his eyelids and was all over his hair. I reached, felt for a pulse, and nearly screamed when I found none. He left me! He said he was a survivor, but now he was dead.

I laid my head back down on the wood and cried softly. I was all alone now. I had no reason to live in this world. My Jack was no longer in it, so I would go and join him.

"Promise…"

I heard his voice in my head and I remembered the promise I made him. I opened my eyes quickly to see the boat leaving. I cried out to them, but my voice was too weak. I saw the whistle and I knew it was my only hope.

I started to move when I remembered my hand was still attached to Jack’s. I looked down at him as I pulled his hand off the door. As the ice from it broke, he began to sink into the cold water.

"I won't let go. I promise." I watched him disappear forever into the ocean that had taken him from me. I cried again, knowing this would be the last time I would see him.

I moved over to the dead officer, grabbed the whistle from his mouth, and blew with all my might. The officer in charge of the lifeboat heard the whistle and turned the boat around. I saw the lights coming towards me. I was lifted into the small boat and was given a blanket for warmth. I turned and looked at the floating door where Jack and I were as I let the tears fall.

"I’ll never let go, Jack…I love you," I said before falling asleep. I dreamt of the time that Jack and I shared together while on the Titanic.

The End.

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