Written by Vivian Fung
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.
April 15, 1996
Rose, old Rose, was standing at
the stern of the Keldysh, holding the Heart of the Ocean, remembering the first
love of her life, Jack Dawson, lost in the horrible tragedy of the Titanic. She
realized that love was never easy. She hadn't had the chance to think about
this in eighty-four years because she was busy all the time, but now, alone on
the stern, two and a half miles above the shipwreck of the Titanic, two and a
half miles above the life Jack saved on April 15, 1912, and two hours after she
told her love story to the crew and her granddaughter, making her past come
back in slow motion. Now time didn't seem to matter. Rose had all the time in
the world. She saw every part of her life as if it was happening in front of
her very own eyes. One part she didn't want to go was the part about the
Titanic.
Rose thought that love was never
easy, and it was true. When she first fell in love with Jack, she had to choose
between fame, family, and Jack. She chose Jack. When Jack was locked down
below, Rose had to choose whether she wanted to save her own life or Jack's.
She chose Jack's. So many things had happened in those five days on board the
Titanic, and the hardest part of love was to say good-bye to the one you love.
All of these things had happened to Rose in five days. One second, Jack was
right next to her, and the next, Jack was gone, gone forever.
She looked up at the sky. It
looked just the same as eighty-four years ago. She dropped the Heart of the
Ocean into the Atlantic, knowing that was where it belonged, and she knew that
she would be with Jack in a couple of hours. What else could she ask for? She
already had the one thing she needed, the fulfilled promise.
*****
Rose walked slowly back to her
cabin. She had done a lot of things in her life after the Titanic, such as
riding the roller coaster, riding a horse right in the surf, drinking cheap
beer--everything Jack had planned to do with her on the deck of the Titanic,
and much more. She later flew a flying machine, a plane, just like the song Come
Josephine In My Flying Machine. She promised herself that she would never
forget what had happened in her past. Then, when she was asleep, her body was
still in the room, but her soul had gone beyond that. Her soul was in heaven,
an elsewhere with neither time nor space. She was back on the Titanic. Nothing
had changed, as if the tragedy had never occurred. She was young, seventeen
years old.
It was hard to believe, but she
had to accept it. This was her home now. She walked along the deck, turned
right, and there was the door leading to the Grand Staircase. Two stewards
opened the door for her. She saw the musicians, Cora and her father, Mr.
Andrews, Tommy, Captain Smith, Trudy, and many more. Everybody seemed to be
very calm and peaceful, as if they knew that Rose herself was going to come.
She walked up the stairs, and at
the top of them, someone that Rose would never forget stood, facing the clock.
It can't be! Rose thought.
On the landing, that someone was
not just anyone. It was a special someone very dear to her heart. Jack. Jack
Dawson. He turned around and put a hand out. Rose took it. It felt just the
same after eighty-four long years. Rose knew that Jack was proud of her for
keeping her promise. They kissed. Rose hadn't done that in so long, it seemed
an eternity, but now, there she was. Everybody surrounding them applauded, like
Rose had just come back from a war in victory.
Nobody actually knew what
happened then, but one imagines that Jack and Rose were very glad that they
could be with each other again.
"I love you," Rose
said.
The End.