The rain fell cold and icy against my face as I looked up at the Statue of Liberty. I wasn't happy, but I wasn't sad. I was emotionless. I wasn't even sure my heart was beating. Sobs and cries of sadness filled this night; rather than the laughter I would've heard had we be entering the port on the Titanic. Just hours ago, I left the only person who understood me. I left him to the ocean.
I reached into my pocket, and found a wad of money. I chuckled softly. I knew Cal was shallow, but I didn't think he was this bad. Then I felt something cold, and when I pulled it out, it was the Heart of the Ocean. I quickly put it back in, and looked around to make sure no one else saw it.
Feeling a pain in my chest just thinking of Jack, I couldn't get the image of him sinking to the ocean's floor, blue, and cold out of my mind. I had to push the image of his warm smile in. I thought of the way his face looked as he drew me. He was so focused. I thought of the way he felt on me. Tears fall down my cheeks, because I know I'll never see, or feel him again. I know I'll never love again. I ask why, over and over in my head, hoping for an answer.
When first boarding the Titanic, I didn't understand why everyone saw it as such a wonderful ship. It was luxurious, sure. But it was the ship that was taking me back to America, where I'd be marrying Cal, and put an end to the dreams I had. But then I met Jack, and I realized it didn't have to be that way. I could run away with him. I could ride horses with one leg on each side. I could drink beer like a man, and smoke cigarettes. He would teach me everything he knew about life. In that, the Titanic became a ship of dreams to me, too. And for the past few hours, I have wanted to return to the Titanic. I wanted to return to that feeling.
It sickened me that people like Cal, who did nothing helpful at all, and were so selfish, survived. Yet, people like Jack…the heroes, perished.
I'll always keep Jack Dawson alive in my heart. I'll never let go.