Rose awoke to Jack still holding to her. Jack moved around a bit and woke up, too. When he saw Rose in his arms, he squeezed her gently. "Good morning, my love," he whispered.
"Good morning, Jack."
The sun was streaming in through the curtains. They both stretched and got up.
"Well, Rose, we have a long road ahead of us. I'm not gonna lie to ya."
"I know, and it's all right."
"We're together now and nothing is going to keep us apart. Plus, we have the means to help us for now."
Rose touched the Heart of The Ocean.
So many memories with this one piece of jewelry.
"What do you want to do with the diamond, Rose?"
He looked at Rose for her answer.
"Honestly, I want to keep it. Not as a piece of jewelry…but as a memory. I was wearing it when you drew me." She smiled at Jack.
"I remember."
"Plus, I can't sell it. Anyone will be able to tell what it is, and then Cal might find me."
She shuddered at the thought of being Cal's property again.
"Don't worry, my love. He won't find us. I'll make sure of it," Jack said to her.
They both sat and talked about what they would do with the money. They had enough money to rent an apartment for themselves, new clothes, and whatever other things they might need. They wanted to save as much money as they could so that they could go to Santa Monica and visit the pier. Jack wanted to take Rose on the roller coaster and drink cheap beer.
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After some searching, they found a nice, one bedroom apartment near Central Park. Jack wanted to help with money, so he decided he would start drawing in Central Park, hoping he could sell some of his artwork for ten cents.
Their new lives had begun. Jack was getting ready to head down to Central Park with his supplies. Rose looked at him pleadingly.
I almost lost him once…what if I lose him again?
"Rose, it'll be okay." He smiled at her. He knew she would be scared, but this was what they needed to do. They couldn't live off the money for the rest of their lives. Plus, Jack already had plans in his head to ask Rose to marry him. Of course, there had been other women his past, but no one like Rose. This was love.
"All right, Jack…I'm just a little scared. I almost lost you once, and I don't want to go through that again."
Jack smiled, took Rose in an embrace, and softly kissed her forehead.
"I love you, Rose," he whispered to her.
"I love you, too, Jack Dawson."