Written by Meaghan Waller
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.
Rose could vaguely feel Jack’s
hand still hanging onto hers as she lay on top of the wooden door in the middle
of the freezing North Atlantic. She couldn’t think. She was so cold. But she
remembered the song that Jack had sung in her ear only hours ago. "Come
Josephine…in my flying machine…going up she goes, up she goes…"
She could barely get the words
out of her frozen lips. Her voice was faint and less than a whisper. She
continued to hum these words to herself when she saw a bright light come onto
her face. At first, she thought she was dreaming, but the light continued to
grow brighter and brighter.
"Hello! Can anyone hear me?
Is there anyone alive out there?"
She heard the shouting. The words
were slow and blurred in her ears, but she still heard it. She couldn’t believe
it. Rose slowly turned her head and felt the ice breaking in her hair. She
smiled as best she could and turned over to Jack, who appeared to be sleeping
in the freezing water.
"Jack, wake up. There’s a
boat…Jack, wake up! There’s a boat…" Rose shook his hand gently and kept
telling him to wake up for a few more seconds. Then the realization hit her.
"Jack! Wake up! There’s a boat, Jack!" She shook his hand harder and
spoke as loud as her voice would allow. "There’s a boat, Jack!" A
single tear slid down her cheek as she looked up and saw the boat slowly moving
away. She looked back down at Jack and began to sob. She lay her head back down
on top of the hand that was holding onto Jack’s. She had no intention of going
to that boat until she remembered her promise.
"You must promise me that
you won’t give up…no matter what happens…no matter how hopeless…promise me now,
Rose."
"I promise."
"And never let go of that
promise…"
"I’ll never let go, Jack.
I’ll never let go."
Rose’s eyes opened again. She
knew that she had to keep that promise. She wouldn’t let Jack down; she
wouldn’t break that promise, no matter what.
"Come back! Come back!"
she called hopelessly, but her voice was even softer now because of her crying.
Rose looked back at Jack one more time and pulled apart their frozen hands. She
held onto his hand for a moment and kissed it hard. Then she looked at his face
for what she knew would be the last time and slowly let him sink into the
water. As his face slowly faded away, she said, "I’ll never let go. I
promise."
Rose watched Jack sink until she
couldn’t see him any longer in the depths of the sea. She would never see his
blazing blue eyes again. She would never see his golden hair falling into his
face again. She would never see him again at all. He would exist only in her
memory. She cried with a hurt and pain that she had never before felt, but she
had to be strong for the moment and she knew that; the boat was getting farther
and farther away and she had to get in. She had to keep her promise. Rose
rolled off of the door she had been floating on and swam over to the dead
officer, who still had his whistle in his mouth. She took the whistle and blew
with as much force as she could.
The light that the officer on the
lifeboat was holding turned back in her direction. "Come about!" he
called. Rose blew the whistle harder until the light was shining right on her.
The lifeboat came back in her direction, and before long, she was being pulled
into it. The officers wrapped blankets around her and laid her down so she
could rest, but she knew she wouldn’t rest for a long time. Everything about
Rose felt numb, as if nothing else in the world could affect her, and in a way,
she knew that she was right. She vaguely felt the officers pull in one other
survivor from the area and two more a little ways further, but that didn’t
matter to her. Jack Dawson was gone. Her wonderful Jack, who had shown her more
love in three days than she had gotten in her entire life, was gone forever.
*****
The deck of the Carpathia was
crowded, but not as crowded as it should have been. There should have been more
people on this deck. More lives should have been spared. Rose sat on a bench in
the steerage section with a blanket wrapped around her head. She had gone
straight to the steerage section without any doubt. She knew she would never go
back to first class or to her old life. This was her life now, even if she
didn’t have Jack to share it with. Rose wanted this as her life now, because
Rose DeWitt-Bukater had gone down with the Titanic. Because of Jack Dawson, she
was free.
Rose looked around her and saw
women begging hysterically to know if their loved ones were on a survivor’s
list, even though they knew they were asking in vain. There were others who had
simply given up and sat on the deck sobbing. Rose knew she should be one of them.
One of the ones who had simply given up and sobbed for the loss of Jack, but
she wasn’t ready to cry. Not yet. Her face remained strong, but one could still
see the pain that would never really go away.
"You won’t find any of your
people down here, sir. It’s all steerage."
Rose looked cautiously around and
saw Caledon Hockley walking down the stairs and looking through all of the
people on the deck; he was obviously looking for her. Rose turned back around
slowly so she wouldn’t attract his attention and held her breath as she heard
him walk right behind her. She took a chance, looked at him once again, and saw
the disappointment on his face, thinking that Rose had gone down with the ship
and died. But it was just as well that he thought that, because to him, she was
dead. She wouldn’t go back to him. Rose was going to keep her promise, and
getting away from her family and Cal was step one.
*****
Rose stood next to the rail,
looking up at the Statue of Liberty. It was pouring rain and it was going
strong, as if it would never stop. It was as if God himself was crying for the
loss of a man so great. Rose didn’t care that she was getting soaked; she
wanted these to be part of her tears, too. A crewmember came up to Rose and
pulled her out of her trance by asking, "Can I take your name please,
love?"
Rose looked at the man and said,
"Dawson. Rose Dawson."
The man walked on to the next
group of people to take their names. Rose was proud of what she had done. She
knew that what she had done was right, because she was Rose Dawson. She
would always be Rose Dawson, even if she married and her name legally changed,
because Jack’s love had left a stamp on Rose’s heart that would never go away,
and part of her heart would be reserved just for him. Always.
She looked back up into the rain,
back up at the Statue of Liberty, and absentmindedly stuck her hands in her
pockets. Her hand hit something hard and she was confused. What on earth could
possibly be in this coat? She pulled the object out and her eyes grew wide. The
Heart of the Ocean. She had had it all this time. That was probably why Cal had
chased her and Jack, trying to shoot them. It all made sense now. But Rose
decided she would keep the diamond. It held bittersweet memories with it;
memories of Jack. She smiled the faintest smile. Maybe it was time to cry.
*****
Rose ran to the front of the ship
with all of the speed in her. She wanted to fly again, just this one last time.
And this time, she could let everything go while she was flying. She could
already feel the tears building up in her eyes as she came closer. There was a
man standing at the railing, a black coat on and a hood over his head. He
seemed to be crying softly and silently, but with as much pain as Rose was
feeling. Rose felt a wave of grief and sorrow for the man, but then she went
past him and climbed onto the railing at the bow of the ship.
She spread her arms out wide as
the ship slowly moved forward into New York harbor. She let the rain hit her as
she flew the way that Jack had shown her. No, it wasn’t the same without him
holding her from behind, but she could almost feel him with her, and then the
tears came. They ran down her face in streams and there were so many built up
that they seemed they would never end. Her whole body shook with wretched sobs
that she needed to let out. Rose remembered Jack singing in her ear, so she
began to sing the same song again. "Come Josephine, in my flying
machine, going up she goes, up she goes…" That was as much as Rose
could manage to sing before her sobs became uncontrollable. She closed her
eyes, turned her face up to the sky, and said, "I’m keeping my promise,
Jack. I’ll never let go. I’ll never let go…" Rose kept saying it over and
over again. She wouldn’t let go. Not ever. After a few moments, she finally
decided that it was time for her to get down, but she decided she wanted Jack
to know one more thing before she left. "I love you, Jack," she said.
She said it with every ounce of feeling she had in her body, but Rose wanted to
get one last thing out. "And even though you never said it, I know you
loved me, too." Then, with one last heart-wrenching sob, she lowered her
arms and stopped flying.
Rose climbed off of the railing
and stood there next to the man in the black coat and sobbed. She cried for the
man who had loved her enough to die for her. She cried for the man who had
saved her in every way a person could be saved. Rose barely even noticed when
the man in the black coat came closer to her and put an arm around her
shoulder. But she did notice when he put his hand on her face and wiped away
the stream of tears. Her head shot up to look at his face and to tell him to
please go away, but when she opened her mouth, no words came out. All she saw
was a pair of blazing blue eyes. Rose’s whole body went numb again. One of her
hands flew to her mouth, and another one went up and took off his hood. And
even though it was wet, she could still tell it was golden-streaked hair, long
enough to fall in his eyes. There were streaks on his face that showed that he
had been crying, but now the tears had stopped. Rose couldn’t believe what she
was seeing. "Jack…"
Jack smiled at her with nothing
but happiness. He took her face in his hands and kissed her hard, like they had
been apart for a lifetime. Rose kissed him back with all the passion she had,
but when they broke away, Rose looked at him and started crying all over again.
"Jack, I saw you die. This can’t be real. It can’t. I let go of your hand
and you sank…you died, Jack! This can’t be possible. I’m dreaming, or…"
Jack put a finger on her lips to
stop her from talking. "If you tried to wake me up, then I sure didn’t
hear it. But once I sank down deep enough, that water started putting pressure
on my head, and that woke me up fast. It scared me, though, to wake up under
the water, and I wondered what had happened to you, so I swam back up fast as I
could and you were gone. I looked all around, but you were gone. I couldn’t
find you. I thought you had fallen off the door and sunk to the bottom. I guess
that guy in the lifeboat saw me, because the next thing I knew, I was sitting
in the boat and some guy gave me this jacket and a blanket. I thought you were
gone. I thought you broke your promise, and…"
This time, Rose cut Jack off by
throwing her arms around his neck and sobbing into his shirt. "I'll never
break my promise. But Jack, I could have let you die! Oh, Jack, I’m sorry. I’m
so sorry…"
"What are you sorry for,
huh? You didn’t do anything wrong. It just took us a while longer to find each
other."
"But Jack, you died, and I
lost you, and…"
"What, you think that I
would have left you? Besides, I’m a survivor. And I’ve still gotta take you to
Santa Monica, right?"
Rose laughed through her tears.
"That’s right. And you’re going to have to show me how to ride like a man,
and we can drink cheap beer and ride on the roller coaster until we throw up
and do all of it. Everything that’s there--we can do it."
Jack laughed at her being so
excited, but then he got really serious. "Rose, I was listening to you a minute
ago when you were up there. And just so you can hear me say it, I do love
you."
Rose smiled at him. "I know
you do," she said. They gave each other smiles, and then Jack leaned down
and kissed her again. Rose didn’t even notice that the rain had stopped.
The End.