Hi! This is just a one-shot story about what I thought Rose was thinking about after she realized Jack was dead and was going to the lifeboat. I don't own Jack and Rose. Please review!
"Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me... it brought me to you. And I'm thankful for that, Rose. I'm thankful. You must do me this honor, Rose. Promise me you'll survive. That you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise."
Those words were going though my head as I waited for a lifeboat to come back to take Jack and I up so we could go to New York and begin our life together-go to the pier in Santa Monica, ride horses on the beach, and ride roller coasters until we throw up.
Suddenly I saw a light and someone asking if there was anyone alive out there.
"Jack. Jack. There's a boat, Jack." I lightly shook his arm and waited for him to open his eyes and smile so we could go to the boat together.
But he never did. As soon as I realized that, it was like my whole world fell apart. I wanted him to live; I wanted us to get married. It suddenly dawned on me that Jack might have known he was going to die-when he was telling me all the things I was going to do, get married and have lots of babies, he never said I would be doing them with him. I wondered why I hadn't picked up on it while he was actually saying them, and why I didn't offer him room on the door. Or at least my lifebelt.
As much as I didn't want to, I realized that I had to go and get help, although I really wanted to stay here with Jack. Or go be with him wherever he was. Then I remembered hat he had said, and that gave me the strength to go on.
"I'll never let go. I promise." I let go of his hand and watched him sink below the water's surface, knowing that would be the last time I ever saw him for the rest of my life.
I rolled off the door and swam to the officer who had a whistle in his mouth and I blew. I blew for Jack, for Fabrizio, for everyone else who died. People who were not ever going to come back.
I was slowly lifted onto the lifeboat and I couldn't take my mind off the door I had laid on, the door where Jack told me to go on and make lots of babies and to watch them grow. I wish Jack could be here with me, but he couldn't. He gave up his life for me and for that I would always be thankful.
I would miss Jack for the rest of my life, but just because I missed him I would not stop living, even though it was going to be hard at times. I would make each day count, just like he said.