A/N: Hi! :waves: I'm new to the Titanic fandom, and this is probably the only piece I'll write for it. It's just that I watched it today and I had to write about it. I didn't change anything, I just tried to give a little more detail in the few words I used. It's sad, and I'm not sure if it's any good. I'll hope you enjoy it all the same, though. R&R! :)
"Come, Josephine, in my flying machine, going up she goes, up she goes..."
She couldn't feel anything. The cold was suffocating, and the heavy silence of death hung in the air. The only sound she heard was the slight lapping of water against the debris, the bodies. The door rocked steadily with the water, creating an almost soothing sensation.
"To the stars."
She was avoiding the inevitable, the undeniable. Jack was gone, his lifeless body still floating in the water beside her, held up only by her death-clench on his hand. She refused to turn and look at him, accept the truth, so she looked up at the sky and watched her breath form white puffs in the night air, clouding the stars.
"You jump, I jump, remember?"
Her heart was already broken, had been broken since he couldn't climb on the door. She knows she should probably be sobbing uncontrollably right now, but everything in her was frozen, cold like the heartless ocean that had consumed her.
"I'm flying, Jack!"
She faintly registered someone calling in the distance, but she couldn't bring herself to move. She wanted to stay forever in that moment, that state of numbness, where she could pretend that Jack was still alive, and that everything would be okay, despite the cold, despite the circumstances, despite everything.
She felt a spark, though, the spark that reminded her of her promise to Jack. So she turned on her stomach and, in the final threads of denial, tried to get him to stir, to breathe, to live.
"I'll never let go, Jack."
She kissed his hand and watched him sink, her heart falling with him.
"I'll never let go."