LOVE IS MORE THAN A FEELING
Chapter Five
It had been a week since Jack
and Rose had started living in their new apartment. Jack and Fred had become
friends, and so had Rose and Monica. Jack and Rose were eating dinner alone in
their apartment.
"Jack, what's wrong?" Rose asked.
Jack's head shot up. "Nothing."
"Jack, I know you. There is something
wrong. Come on, Jack. You can tell me anything."
"It's just that Fabri and Tommy died
because of me. Just like my parents died because of me."
"Jack, that's not true."
"Rose, I was the one who told them to
check the other side...I never saw them again."
"Jack, fifteen hundred people died.
Fabrizio and Tommy's deaths were not your fault."
Jack shrugged his shoulders.
"Jack, where were you when your parents
died in the fire?" Rose asked.
"I was at my friend, Jake's, house. I
came home and there was a crowd of people and my Aunt Susan told me what had happened.
Maybe if I could have been there to save them, they wouldn't have died."
"Jack, I honestly think there would have
been nothing for you to have done. Stop blaming yourself."
Jack smiled sadly at Rose. He wanted to
change the subject.
"I have an interview tomorrow."
"Really? Jack, that's great! What kind
of job is it?"
"Well, it's for a comic strip in the paper.
There are gonna be a bunch of guys trying to get it. It will be hard."
"Jack, you are the best artist I've ever
seen."
"You're just saying that. But I love you
all the same."
"I love you, too."
"Are Fred and Monica still coming over
tonight to play cards?" Jack asked.
"Yes. They said they'd be over around eight
o’clock."
"Good. Maybe it will help me get my mind
off things."
"I know it will, Jack," Rose
replied.
Jack went over to Rose and kissed her before
putting his plate in the sink.
"Rose, I had no idea you could cook so
good!" Jack said as Rose entered the kitchen.
"Thank you, Jack. My grandmother taught
me a few years ago. Mother, of course, didn't like the idea of her daughter
cooking, but Grandma always got her way," Rose said with a smile.
"I guess you and your grandmother got
along better than you and your mother," Jack said.
"Yes. My mother and I have never gotten
along."
"Rose, I'm doing the dishes tonight,"
Jack said.
Rose laughed. "You don't know how."
"What? You think that Jack Dawson has
never learned how to do the dishes?"
Rose laughed again. "I don't know."
"Look, Rose, before I do the dishes,
there is something I have to do. Something that I've wanted to do for a long
time."
Jack got down on one knee and took a tiny box
from his right pocket. "Rose DeWitt Bukater, you are the most beautiful,
smart, wonderful woman I've ever met." Jack paused. "Will you marry
me?"
Rose smiled as tears came to her eyes.
"Yes. Of course I'll marry you."
Rose fell into Jack's arms and they kissed
passionately.
"Thank you, Rose, for making me the
happiest man alive."
"Thank you," Rose said before they
finished their kiss.