Could It Be you're Not That Far?
Rose:
"Dawson. Rose Dawson."
I told the officer who asked for my name. I didn't question him. I didn't take my eyes of the statue. It was Lady Liberty, and it was captivating. So captivating that I didn't think twice answering the man beside me… didn't think twice about responding "Dawson." It was stamped on my heart, I could feel its indent. And it was not wearing away anytime soon.
I began thinking about this great statue before me. After a minute, I remarked, "Freedom? To do what? Go where?" in a subtle angry tone. I sighed. "I'm alone" I uttered in a whisper, looking down towards my feet. "Jack…" as the name left my lips, tears stung my eyes. I gathered myself together and headed where the rest of the crowd was going.
The hours of that day went in a blur. My actions, my words, it all came naturally, with no feeling at all. I went through security emotionless. After a while, I looked around and discovered I wasn't the only one with a lack of feeling. Hundreds of people around me, and not one of us knew what to do or say.
It was almost annoying, not having any feeling. I wanted to feel something. I just didn't quite know what it was. And it's awfully difficult to experience emotion when you are lost in a crowd of impassive faces.
Finally I was led by way of following those before me to a lobby area. There was a small bench with no occupants. I crossed the room and sat down on it. I closed my eyes and leaned my head in my hands. And the second the outer world was closed out, my heart and mind came together and displayed the image of Jack.
It was like he was really there with me. His face, his voice, him… it was real. It took me aback a bit. But I remained with my eyes closed as my mind created a slideshow of Jack. I saw him dancing, him drawing, his face so close to my own in the car.
My recollections were abruptly interrupted by a dainty sigh coming from my right.