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My Hell, My Heaven


I jolted awake again, the pain in my chest, the memories that never leave.

It's only been a couple months since the wreck dropped into the depths of the sea, the wreck with most of its living cargo still aboard.

My dream of all the people screaming. The ship tipping down till vertical. The air, the current, the boat, everything; all my nightmares wrapped into one.

Mother, Cal, I never saw them again. Along with Jack, my Jack.

I dropped him into the sea so I could survive. Why did you leave me? Why did I have to remember our promise, when I could of let go of life just like you did? Why did I have to survive and suffer?!

I looked to my bedside table, I opened the draw. I grabbed the knife I kept handy and placed it to my wrist.

'Enough Jack! I can't take this anymore; I'm going to go to where you are!'

'No Rose.' A ghostly echo called.

My imagination, it must be! He's not here anymore. 'I can't stand it! I don't want to be here alone! Why won't the memories leave?! WHY?!'

'Put the knife down Rose. Never let go. You're going to live to be an old lady. You're going to die warm in your bed.' The echo continued to call.

'No Jack! Not anymore!'

I felt something cold on my hand and I placed the knife down. 'Never let go. You promised me? Didn't you?'

'I promised you Jack. Why did I make that stupid promise?! Why?' I collapsed on my bed.

I felt a cold embrace. Jack, he's here! His ghost is here. 'You're trying to comfort me, aren't you Jack? Will you wait for me?'

'I will wait eternity for you if I have to, Rose DeWitt Bukater.' And with that I went to sleep.

This Is My Hell.


84 Years Later

I just dropped my blue heart, the heart of the ocean, into the sea. Returning it to the Titanic, where I received it, where Jack drew me with it on, where it should be, where no one will find it, no more trying to get money off it.

I returned to my bed and closed my eyes. '100 years. Is that enough for you Jack?'

I never did open my eyes again, not my real ones anyway.

I felt myself going back to the Titanic. The old wrecked hall becoming new as if they never sunk at all. I walked into the grand ball room, everyone was surrounding me. Trudy, the band, Korra, Mr Andrews, Mr Murdoch and a very familiar figure at the top of the stairs.

I looked up and I started walking towards the figure. The figure turned and smiled…Jack. Finally, I'm back.

He reached his hand out and I reached mine out and placed it in his. He pulled me closer and his smile widened. I smiled back.

I'm in a white gown; he's in his normal third-class clothes.

And I kissed him.

This Is My Heaven.


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