Hey, everyone! Thanks for reading the PROLOGUE of my Titanic story…
So basically, there wasn't enough room for the entire summary, so here you go…

After Rose's death, an accident prevents her from living her life in heaven forever with her one true love, Jack. However, a friendly spirit is there to give her a second chance at life on the Titanic, giving her permission to change only one thing to help save Jack's life, and ONLY one thing.

Please R&R… I know that it is short, but it's only a prologue!

More coming as soon as I write it.

A crisp breeze filled air overheard the waters of the ruins. A steady melody of waves played across the ocean. Night had overcome the ship, and Rose Calvert knew it was time for her to do what she had to do. What she'd needed to do for years. It was finally time to rid herself of her final burden. It was time to let go of the past, and end the future.

Willowy wisps of fragile hair hovered above the destructive waters. They had cost Rose everything, they'd taken her loves away from her… and yet… there was a deathly peace about it that never had changed, not after nearly ninety years. Not at all… She could still smell the fresh paint.

Weathered eyes watched the waters, they called out to Rose, encouraging her into its deathly trap, like they had so many years ago. Rose was tempted to jump, to have the same fate as he beloved, but she remembered her last promise. She'd promised him she'd die an old lady, warm and safe in her bed. Rose had the old lady part down… all she was missing was a warm and safe bed. She'd have that shortly too. Rose wouldn't really mind dying, at least not anymore.

She reached into the pocket of her flannel nightgown, and felt a heavy rock. That was all it was to Rose. Some rock she was forced to lug around. It meant nothing to her that the 'rock' was worth millions. It was only a source of memory, something to hold on to. And Rose didn't need to hold on to anything any longer.

She pulled the glossy diamond up to her eye, examining the blue as it shone through. The glittering glass pulsed through the side.

Rose looked once again at the darkness of the waters below. Was Jack still down there, his flesh deteriorating? The thought was too sickening, and Rose felt herself stumble, her tired knees giving in. She grabbed the railing just as she was beginning to slip between the bars, and hoisted herself up shakily. How cold that water had been, Rose remembered it perfectly. Jack had been right. It was like a thousand needles stabbing into you at once.

Rose caught her breath again, he pulse pounding. She clutched onto the necklace. It was now or never.

As the wind picked up speed, a quick rush of adrenaline gave way in Rose, and she gave the Heart of the Ocean one last look before tossing it in. It sunk slowly, and a pit in her stomach was formed as another eased up.

A part of her was finally with Jack, his bones buried deep in the sand below. And Rose knew that after the night grew into morning, the both of them would be reunited.

Returning to her luxurious bedroom on the exploratory ship, Rose's fingers ran across her old photographs, and she smiled weakly at each memory.

"I'll teach you to ride like a man, none of that side saddle stuff." He told her, and there was his picture. Two legs strung out over a horse, and Rose held a grin on her face. The rancher had insisted that it was unladylike to do so, but Rose was beyond caring.

"We'll ride roller coasters till we throw up, and drink cheap beer." she remembered, and sure enough, there was a black-and-white photograph of Rose with her hands flying freely in the wind against the inertia of the ride, her eyes closed as she awaited the drop. It had cost her an entire week's pay check, but it had been worth it to hire a professional photographer to capture the memory.

Next to that picture, another one in color showed Rose with traces of gray hair and a bottle of beer in hand. It hadn't cost her more then fifty cents, of course.

All that was left for her to do was die warm and safe in her bed, and her entire life's purpose would have been fulfilled.

Bittersweet feelings returned through Rose's mind, swamping it with tragedy and good times. She was getting tired.

Rose climbed into her over plushy bed, and turned off the night lamp. Her eyes grew weary, and her thoughts blurred together, and she was soon asleep.

A splash of water hit her face, and Rose squinted into the dark aqua waters below, as the priceless necklace spiraled down, down into the oceans deep, till at last it was submerged, never to return to air again, never to feel the sun's ray sparkle its timeless beauty.

And then, Rose died.