Written by Desire
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.
When Caledon Hockley went
slightly insane, right before his fateful suicide, he wrote long letters to
people who had been in his life at one point or another. Interested in the
Titanic, and moved by the dramatic stories, a publisher, Vince D. Johnson, published
them under the title The Tragic Tales of Mr. Hockley. They were
republished later under the name they had come to be known by, The Hockley
Letters.
Rose,
A last letter to end a
correspondence that never began. I know you are still alive, or at least
survived the Titanic. Rose Dawson, is it? How silly of you to go under such an
easy name to trace. I did love you, you know. For some reason, you did not love
me back. I married, of course, but never forgot about the red-headed girl who
had a spirit that even riches could not tame. The funny thing was that that was
what I loved most about you--your spirit that challenged me. Sometimes, it is
to hard for a man used to control to deal with somebody like you. Consider this
an apology, but also a reminder of the loving husband you could have had.
Cal
Jack,
I have no reason to write to a
man who died, but I am a crazy bastard, near suicide anyway, so reasoning is of
no concern to me. You might have thought you loved Rose, but if you had, you
would not have ruined her life. What can a woman, inexperienced and unfamiliar
with the world, do besides sell herself? You took her away from her family,
from those who loved her. Then you left her alone and filled with immense pain.
You lusted, and you maybe won, not only at the expense of me, but at the
expense of the woman you swore that you had compassion and pure love for. Yes,
you ruined her.
Caledon Hockley
Diana Hockley,
My apologies for what I am
about to do are given, but my riches should easily soften the great loss of a
husband. You did well at being tame, subordinate, and beautiful, but you could
never make up for true love, and I apologize for not being able to love you. A
bullet kills fast, but lack of love--it slowly eats away at your heart, until
you can no longer stand it. I have been through this before, and I know your
pain. I am sorry that I could not love you. I am sorry that I must leave you
now, but I know you will find a man who can love you, and you deserve it.
Respectfully,
Your Husband,
Caledon Hockley
Jacob and Jennifer Hockley,
My darling children, the only
joy I have known other than money. I apologize for not being a good father, but
my heart has not been there to give. I hope that you know that money can only
carry you so far, and I advise you never to lose true love and to be honorable
and good people, though that path cannot be followed through my footsteps.
Always hold love tenderly, and well wishes to you. Have children with your true
love and forget about your father, who was never there.
Daddy
Ruth,
My trusted confidante, I know
you are buried in a nice grave paid for by me, but I must write you a last
letter of thanks for all that you did for me. We bonded through our inability
to show love for the only person we did love, your daughter. I pray that if
Rose is dead, you have been reunited in eternal bliss, and that if she is not,
you at least have found the arms of your husband to cherish. We are two of a
disgraced and wretched kind. Those who love, but cannot show it.
Caledon
The End.