This is what I think would happen when Rose visits Jack's grave. I hope you like it! ...
A young woman in a rosy brown silk gown walked through a cold graveyard for the third-class passengers lost in the tragedy of the ill-fated Titanic. Her heels clicked across the cobblestones and she stood infront of a simple ivory coloured headstone with a elegent grey inscription. She reads the several words over and over as a tear drips down her smooth cheeks and drops onto a petel of a rose, held in her small gentle hand.
Jack Dawson, 14 February 1985 - 15 April 1912. Underneath this, is a small phrase in a curly silver font. Never Let Go.
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He pulls his hand up out of the water and gently reaches for hers, holding it tightly.
''You must- You must do me this honor'', began Jack, the pain of the freezing water filling up his body and stammering his words,''-and promise me that you'll survive. That you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how-'', he shuts his eyes in pain and sniffs before continuing,''-hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise.''
Rose looks at him her body freezing and her lips trembiling but she manages to let out a few words. ''I promise.'', she stammers out, shivering.
''And never let go.'', Jack says to her looking her full in her emerald-green eyes and gripping her hand tighter.
''I'll never let go, Jack. I'll never let go.'', Rose looks back at him her lips turning a deeper blue by the second.
Jack kisses her hand before smiling slightly, then closing his eyes while breathing deeply, trying to not let the pain distract him from trying to keep his love alive.
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She sobs as she rests her head against the top of the tombstone as she wipes her tears from her eyes. ''I love you, Jack.'', she whispers, hoping that his soul will hear. She closes her eyes and remembers what he said when she first told him those 3 words.
''Don't you do that, don't you say your good-byes. Not yet, do you understand me?''
She gently lays down a single white rose before standing up and looking around at all the other tombstones of the dead steerage passengers. There wasn't a single flower in sight. She hated to think of Jack as another faceless passenger.
They've all been forgotten and Rose refuses to let Jack be forgotten.
Year after year, Rose would come and lay down a single white rose. As each year past another flower was added and the small sprouting bunch then turned into huge bouquets of Carnations, Roses, Lilies and Tulips. When Rose married Mr. Calvert, he would accompany her to Jack's grave and being the polite gentleman he was, he would never ask about Jack. He'd just let her have her moment of silence in remembering him...