Written by Alison
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.
Dear Rose,
It’s been over eighty-four years since
I've last seen you, and I remember your beautiful image vividly. It was the
last thing I saw before I died. You were humming Come Josephine in my Flying
Machine, and your hand was frozen to mine. I smiled just before I died,
remembering the fantastic moment we shared at the bow of the ship of dreams. It
really was the ship of dreams, wasn’t it, Rose?
And winning that ticket was surely the
most wonderful thing that happened to me. I met you because of that ticket. And
it doesn’t matter that I died on the Titanic. I lived my last few days happily
in your company and in your arms. Remember that day in the gym when I tried to
convince you that Cal and your mother were trapping you and you told me that
you loved him? I knew that it wasn’t true. I'd seen it in your eyes. Your
beautiful green eyes. I was dying to kiss you that day. And when you told me
later that you changed your mind, I was so happy. That was the best moment of
my life.
I thought to myself while I was drawing
you and making love to you in the car that I was lucky that I met you. That’s
why I was trembling at that time. Then the iceberg happened, and I vowed to
myself that I’d make sure you’d be saved, no matter what. I cried so much when
you jumped out of the lifeboat--your safe place--to be with me. And then,
afterwards, Cal was chasing us with his gun. He was mad with rage when he saw
you in my arms. I wanted to kill him for slapping you some time before.
Our love was so great, Rose. I fell in
love with you the first moment I saw you. And now, after all these years, I
know that our love will always go on.
After eighty-four years, you surely
fulfilled your promise to me. You never let go, Rose Dawson, and now that
you’re an old lady in your warm bed, I’ll invite you once more to meet me at
the clock with all our Titanic friends. Wanna go to a real party?
Love,
Jack