One week had passed since the Titanic sank, one long, tiring, and sad week. It had inched by so slowly. Rose had arrived in New York just yesterday. She’d been taking walks on the beach. Now Rose stood on a long dock, staring over the edge into the water. It looked so calm, so innocent. It looked almost gentle in its dark, soft blue hue. It was hard to imagine that nearly a week ago it took the lives of so many people. People like Jack. An unshed crystal tear rested at the corner of her eye as she silently whispered Jack’s name. Jack Dawson, her mentor, savior, lover, and most importantly, her best friend.
Silver rain droplets fell on her red curls, spotting her dress and cooling her face. She leaned closer to get a better look. It was a quiet, lazy afternoon. Hardly any waves disturbed the overly still water. The rain was coming down harder now, and now Rose was soaked. A man who was chasing a dog who had a stolen fish in his mouth came close to her. Then, in a hurry to catch the thief, he bumped into Rose. The rainwater made the dock slippery. She fell down hard on the dock and slid. She screamed as she was sent into the deep water. The first thing she felt was the cold, the bitter, icy, freezing cold. Her eyes opened, looking for something, a way out of here. The water was like a crystal. She was trapped in its icy stillness. She saw a figure. Thinking it was a shark, she screamed. Then, she realized the face looked familiar. Jack. His arms closed around her, sending her on a journey of memories. He held her close, taking her up, up, up. She felt good, so free, so happy. A smile graced her now blue lips. She could see a light. They were almost up!
Then she breathed air. A man was holding her, but it wasn’t Jack. He pulled her up onto the dock. Rose coughed and sputtered. She was incredibly cold. He wrapped her in blankets and gave her a hot drink. When she drank none, he helped her. She was still coughing, still freezing. Finally, realization hit her. She coughed harder.
"You okay, miss?" the man asked her.
By now, a small crowd was around her. She could only stay perfectly still as a small silver tear fell down her numb cheek.
The End.
