Written by Sunshine Emma M.
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.

The rain fell cold and icy against my face as I looked up at the Statue of Liberty. I wasn’t happy, but I wasn’t sad. I was emotionless. I wasn’t even sure my heart was beating. Sobs and cries of sadness filled this night, rather than the laughter I would’ve heard had we been entering the port on the Titanic. Just days ago, I had left the only person who understood me. I had left him to the ocean.

I reached into my pocket and found a wad of money. I chuckled softly. I knew Cal was shallow, but I didn’t think he was this bad. Then I felt something cold, and when I pulled it out, I saw that it was the Heart of the Ocean. I quickly put it back in and looked around to make sure no one else had seen it.

I felt a pain in my chest just thinking of Jack. I couldn’t get the image of him sinking to the ocean floor, blue and cold, out of my mind. I had to push the image of his warm smile in. I thought of the way his face had looked as he drew me. He had been so focused. I thought of the way he felt against me. Tears fell down my cheeks because I knew I’d never see or feel him again. I knew I’d never love again. I asked why, over and over in my head, hoping for an answer.

When first boarding the Titanic, I hadn’t understood why everyone saw it as such a wonderful ship. It was luxurious, sure. But it was the ship that was taking me back to America, where I’d be marrying Cal and putting an end to the dreams I had. But then I had met Jack, and I had realized it didn’t have to be that way. I could run away with him. I could ride horses with one leg on each side. I could drink beer like a man and smoke cigarettes. He would teach me everything he knew about life. At that, the Titanic became a ship of dreams to me, too. And for the past few hours, I had wanted to return to the Titanic. I wanted to return to that feeling.

It sickened me that people like Cal, who did nothing helpful at all and were so selfish, survived. Yet people like Jack, the heroes, perished.

I’ll always keep Jack Dawson alive in my heart. I’ll never let go.

The End.

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