Always Remember Us This Way
''You looked at me and I want to catch on fire.''
Her eyes were still with the tears which she had shed for what felt like so long. The seconds merged with minutes, to hours, days and then possibly weeks. After three or four days, the counting ceased as the ache in her heart, stomach and head worsened. The emptiness engulfed her, shadowing her every move and clouding her shell of a life.
She clutched onto her chest, with a shaking hand. She hadn't known when the trembles had begun but they were now a part of her.
He surrounded her; his scent washing over her, the touch of his hands, those fingers which were so gentle to hold her and yet so rough to touch. The slight crinkle at the corner of his eyes as he squinted in the early morning sun, the dimple of his cheeks as he smiled the most wonderful smile, the lighting essence of his very presence in her young life. That was what she recalled the most.
A man without fear; an honest human. One who never allowed negativity, who rode through life with limited means and a careless nature yet, one who thrived on helping others. A man who had come to her aid at an hour she needed it the most.
More than once, Rose had contemplated if Jack Dawson really had been a gift from God. A sign that the exact moment she had wished to end her life, he had appeared. A gift to live. A gift to change a girl into a woman in various ways. Unlocking her heart and opening her eyes to everything which life had to offer in a world so far away from the one which she had to offer in a world so far away from the one which she knew so well. If he had indeed being such a gift, why had he so cruelly been taken from her just days later?
The world with him in it was luminous, joyful and so full of colour whereas before she had only seen life through a black and white lens. Now that the dreary tone had returned, taking with it seemingly every ounce of the life which he had brought to her, taking away what was left of an already broken young girl.
New York City was cold, wet and lonely. Surrounded by the cries of the lost ones, Rose couldn't walk amongst them. The media attention and questions surrounding the sinking and so, she had picked up her skirts and ran through the streets of an unfamiliar city with her mind focused on only one thing. Him.
Living off the endless memories created over barely two nights and yet which would remain engrained in her mind forever. Together, they had faced everything; united as one and she had fallen deeply in love with him; Jack Dawson, the man who changed everything...