Written
by Maggie
Korczynski
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.
April 6, 1912
Rose DeWitt Bukater’s sapphire blue gown
sparkled like thousands of tiny crystals in the moonlight. Her fiery red curls
were up in a beautiful style and her jewelry hung about her as if she was a
queen. She sat out on the balcony of her Paris hotel room and stared up at the
moon. In only a few days, she would be on the Titanic and going back to
Philadelphia to marry Cal at the end of the month. Rose wished so hard that she
could just walk out of Cal and Mother’s lives. She wished that someone could
just save her from the torment of first class.
She remembered the first days of her
relationship with Cal. They would take moonlit walks together. He would take
her to romantic dinners where they would stare into each other’s eyes. That
romance that blossomed was suddenly destroyed when Cal was too busy for her.
They only saw each other when he asked her to attend his business banquets.
Rose thought Cal was her prince charming, but now he was her nightmare.
"Rose," called her mother.
"Come along. We are already late for the party."
"Yes, Mother," said Rose.
April 7, 1912
The dark hours of morning slowly ticked away
as Rose lay in her bed wide-awake. She was concentrating too hard about her
future married life. She knew she must get out of her engagement somehow. Rose
felt as if she was being choked and nobody allowed her to get air. She felt as
if nobody cared about what she thought or felt. The young woman got up, dressed
in a simple emerald green dress, and left the hotel. The lights of Paris glowed
like fireflies and seemed as if they would never go out. She walked to the
Eiffel Tower where she quietly sat down and looked at the enormous structure.
As she watched, dawn slowly rose over the city.
"I knew you would come here," said
a voice.
Rose turned her head, startled.
"Cal!" said a surprised Rose.
He walked over and sat next to her.
"I know what you have been thinking over
these past few months. I don’t love you anymore and I am only marrying you for
the hell of it."
Rose didn’t answer. She just stared at the
ground and swallowed hard.
Warm tears escaped from her eyes. It broke
Cal’s heart to see his fiancee thinking that he didn’t love her.
"Oh God, Rose, I am so sorry," said
Cal as he wiped her tears.
"You don’t love me, do you?" asked
Rose between sobs.
"Of course I do. I asked you to marry
me, didn’t I? I know I have been ignoring you for the past few months, but I
will never stop loving you."
Rose looked at him with her glassy blue eyes,
as her eye makeup ran down her cheeks, along with tears.
"I love you, too, Cal," whispered
Rose.
They kissed passionately as Cal embraced her
in his arms.
"I was going to wait to give this to you
on the Titanic, but I wanted you to have it now," said Cal as he open a
box revealing a precious necklace, the Heart of the Ocean.
Rose gasped and said nothing as he put the
necklace on her. She turned and looked at him.
"Cal, can we stay in Paris a little
longer?"
"Of course we can," answered Cal as
they kissed once more.
December 23, 1914
"Mr. Hockley," said the doctor as
he came out Cal and Rose’s room. "You have a healthy baby boy."
Cal, who was overjoyed, ran past the doctor
and into the room.
"Cal, darling, meet your son, James
Theodore Hockley," said Rose, as she gently put their son in his arms.
The End.
