Written by Heather
Salazar
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.
As Rose looked up at the stars, she thought
of Jack. Oh, how she loved him. And yet, she knew she would never see him
again. How foolish she was to turn away from him. And now, it was too late to
go back. He confessed his love and she turned away, not going back. She tried
to find him as the boat was sinking, but found no luck. He wasn't on the
passenger list, and that only meant one thing. He was gone. She searched
frantically for him on the Carpathia, but found no luck in that either.
The past few hours were spent crying and
remembering the times when she and Jack had been together. Then, a flash of
light went through her mind. She saw images of Jack. Dancing, flying, and the
car...she took in a long deep breath as another tear slid silently down each
cheek. His eyes still remained in her memory. So blue, so deep, and yet they
brought her pain.
She stood up and began to walk. She had not
done much of this in the past few hours. She walked into the third class
gathering area. She belonged here, and she knew that now. She sat down on a
soft, almost bed-like chair and closed her eyes. Damn, she thought. I'm
such a fool for not going back to him.
No sleep would come out of this night, nor
many nights to come. She began thinking once more of Jack. His soft touch, his
gentle voice...
"Rose...open your eyes...Rose." She
heard his voice so clearly now. "Rose?"
Suddenly a voice broke through her thoughts.
Her eyes shot open, but no one was there. She didn't understand. Who...
"Rose?" she heard again and she
looked around.
Damn it. I'm going absolutely mad, she thought to herself as she closed her eyes once
more.
She fell into a dreamless sleep for what
seemed like ages. She woke to someone shaking her, frantically trying to wake
her up. "Rose! Rose wake up...please, Rose..."
She opened her eyes and saw him. He was
standing, or sitting, right in front of her. She couldn't believe her eyes.
"Jack..." she said, just above a whisper. "I...I don't...how..."
she tried to spit out, but Jack put a finger over her lips.
"Shh...it's all right, Rose. I'm here.
It's going to be okay now."
She didn't believe it. "How did you
survive?" she managed to ask him.
He smiled. "After what happened in the
gym, I almost gave up. But something inside of me told me to keep going. So I
did. When the ship hit, I tried to find you, but I had no luck. So I got on a
boat and I knew you would, because it was women and children first. When I
couldn't find you on the passenger list as Rose DeWitt Bukater, I looked for a
Rose. And there it was. Rose Dawson. I couldn't believe it. And the purser said
it was so odd, that a Rose Dawson survived but was never on the ship in the
first place. I knew it was you, so I kept looking, and here I am."
He stopped for a moment, and they looked at
each other, almost unable to believe the other was alive. "I love you,
Jack," said Rose as she smiled at him, thankful he was alive.
"I love you, too, Rose. More than
anything in the world, I love you." They smiled as they kissed each other.
The growing passion between them almost too much to handle.
"Rose..." Jack said, breaking the
kiss.
"Yes, Jack?" she responded, looking
at him, the fire burning inside of her.
"Will you marry me?" he asked.
She almost cried with joy. "Yes!"
she said, as they kissed once more.
And she understood that he had little to give
her, and yet that it was more than Cal could ever offer. And as they sat there
in each other's arms, they both realized at that moment that nothing on earth
could come between them.
*****
This story is dedicated to my grandfather
Jonathan Dawson and my grandmother Rosemarie Dawson. The sinking of the Titanic
couldn't break them apart. They had a strong love. Both passengers on that
fateful ship, they have proven that when you are meant to be together nothing
can come between you. Not even the sinking of the ship of dreams herself, the
Titanic. They survived through it all, and still live eternally in heaven,
their souls forever united as one. Rest in peace "Jack" and
"Rose". I love you.
Love,
Your Granddaughter,
Heather Marie Dawson
The End.