AN: This is when she is on the ship, after she has dropped the diamond into the water. I have much more complex feelings than this about Jack's reuniting with Rose, but couldn't put them into words. I was literally there when I did this in my mind. I was floating in solid gold sunshine. I saw Jack, and I saw Rose change. Try and really envision this, because words have, for once, failed me.
"I didn't let go, Jack," Rose whispered. Her fingers traced the pictures lined beside her bed.
"I flew an airplane, I rode a horse on the beach, I was an actress, a mother, a wife. I didn't let go, Jack." Rose slid gently into her bed. "I even came back to Titanic," she laughed aloud.
The ocean waves rocked her to sleep. A melody drifted to her. "Come Josephine, in my flying machine…" Golden light swept her away, away from her bed, into the sun. The warmth of the music encircled her, caressing her worn skin. She began to float towards the ground, as her toes eased themselves onto the smooth wood of the deck. There, leaning against the rail, was a man. Jack. Rose took slow steps toward him. He smiled as he faced her.
"You didn't let go, Rose," he said. Rose smiled back, and said,
"No, I didn't." She reached her hand out for Jack's, but stopped midway. She was still old. Laughing weakly, she commented,
"And it certainly has taken its toll on me." Jack reached for the hand that still hovered in the air, and kissed it softly. Rose felt weight lifting from her shoulders, years of burdens and heartaches, flying away. She reexamined her hand. It was the one she had at seventeen. Crying joyfully, she moved into Jack's arms. The kiss they shared was slow and tender. When they broke apart, Rose added quietly,
"And now I have been handed the stars, the sun, and the moon."