TRAPPED!
Chapter Seven
Soon they couldn’t run anymore,
and they stopped, Rose pulling Jack towards her.
"Did you see his face?"
he asked, still laughing. "I can’t believe you spat in his face. Did you
see the look on his face..." He stopped, letting his words trail away into
silence. "Rose," he said quietly, "I love you."
Rose stared into his eyes.
"I know," she whispered, "and I love you, too. Jack, if I ever
marry any man, it’ll be you." She paused. "You saved me."
Jack smiled, and then they hugged
tighter, kissing passionately, ignoring the looks of passersby. For a long
time, they just kissed and held each other. Then Jack began to sing their song.
"Come Josephine in my
flying machine, going up she goes! Up she goes!"
They held each other’s hands
tightly, and once again Rose was flying. She smiled to herself, just enjoying
being able to smile because she was happy for a change. She and Jack walked
down the street, Rose’s white gown getting dirty on the dusty street, when they
came to the bar. She burst into laughter, not knowing why, and pulled Jack
towards it.
*****
People watched as the two danced
together, dancing the night away. So different, yet so right for each other.
One a society lady, covered in wealth that they could only dream of, the other
just a simple young man--yet they had found so much happiness in each other.
"Rose," whispered Jack,
"I’m still sleeping under bridges."
Rose knew he meant it, but in a
playful way. "I don’t care…" She laughed. "…so long as I’m with
you…" She paused. "…besides, I don’t need these things!"
She motioned to her gown and
jewels--and the Heart of the Ocean. She didn’t want anything Cal had given her.
*****
Two weeks later, the rather
famous couple could be seen, happy as ever, walking hand-in-hand, but Rose was
no longer Rose DeWitt Bukater, but Rose Dawson. They both wore middle class
clothing, for everything Rose had been wearing had been sold to give them a
small fortune. It would have been large if Rose had sold the Heart of the
Ocean, but for some reason she kept it--maybe because it reminded her more of
Jack, when he had first drawn her, than of Cal. They now owned a small house
together. It was nothing much, but it was theirs, and it was home.
Rose never heard anything or had
anything to do with Cal ever again. She never knew what happened to him or her
mother. But she often visited Molly Brown while she and Jack were traveling.
They visited the pier in Santa Monica, rode the roller coaster, and rode horses
on the beach, right in the surf, with one leg on each side. Then they went to
Paris before returning to Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin, where Rose gave birth to a
girl named Cora.
The End.