Written by Arnold the Female Purple Pygmy Puff
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.
"I’ll never let go,"
Rose said. "I promise."
She kissed Jack’s frozen hand,
then let it go. She watched until he had disappeared into the blackness of the
ocean. Then she fell off the door and began swimming towards the dead officer.
With a fierce gleam in her eyes, determined to live, she blew on the whistle.
Every night in my dreams
I see you, I feel you…
"Dawson," she said.
"Rose Dawson." He would always live on in her.
That is how I know you go on…
"Rose, will you marry
me?"
"Yes, Dean! Yes!" She
would go on, never forgetting.
Far across the distance
And spaces between us…
Rose sat up quickly. Her husband,
Dean Calvert, said, "What is it?"
"Nothing. Just a
dream." Remembering the dream and Jack’s face, she recalled how he would
live on, and how he did, like she promised herself.
You have come to show you go
on…
And how her heart had gone on,
like she had promised him.
Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you’re here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on.
"It’s a boy!"
"Can we name him Jack?"
She needed to remember him and his love. How he had saved her. And she loved
him still. And she would love him forever.
"Of course, Rose."
Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never let go ‘til we’re gone…
"Mom, we named her
Elizabeth."
"A beautiful name for a
beautiful girl. I’m a grandmother."
"Yeah, Mom."
"Jack?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you. Truly."
"I love you, too, Mom."
Love was when I loved you
One true time I hold to…
"Dean Calvert was an amazing
man, loved by all, and all will mourn him."
Rose loved him, but she had loved
Jack more. It was horrible to say, but she knew. That had been true love. And
in her heart they would always be together.
In my life we’ll always go on…
"We never found anything on
Jack," said Bodine. "There’s no record of him at all."
"Well, there wouldn’t be,
would there? And I’ve never spoken of him until now. Not even to your
grandfather." Lizzy smiled. Rose had told her story. Jack would live on,
even though she would not. She could die, whenever that would come, in peace.
Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you’re here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on.
"Nana. Nana! Wake up!"
Rose was walking through the
ruined Titanic. Then the grand ship rebuilt itself, restoring to its old glory.
In the ballroom, all who had perished when the Titanic sank to the bottom of
the ocean waited. The orchestra nodded their heads at her. Maids grinned. Tommy
and Fabrizio smiled, and Mr. Andrews did, too. There were all manner of people,
standing together, looking happy for her.
You’re here, there’s nothing I
fear,
And I know that my heart will go on…
Then she saw Jack, facing the
clock, dressed not in fancy clothes, but in his regular ragged clothes. He had
his back to her, and he seemed to be watching the clock, waiting for something.
As she mounted the stairs, he turned and grinned at her, then held out his
hand, and she extended hers, noticing that it was not the arm of an old woman.
She was seventeen, and Jack had not aged a day. He pulled her into his arms and
kissed her passionately, like he had been waiting eighty-four years for this.
Just like she had.
We’ll stay forever this way
You are safe in my heart
And my heart will go on and on.
This was the way it would be,
forever and ever. And their hearts will live on.
The End.