"Good-bye, Jack. I'll never let go," I said. I tore a piece of cloth from his sleeve, and kissed his hand. I eased him into the water, and then I…. let him fall. I never understood how I could stand to watch him float away. I think I might have shut my eyes, but I can envision it perfectly, even all these years later. I shudder at the thought.
The only thing that remained of him that I had, was that piece of cloth. I tied it around my wrist every day; I never left it off, excepting my and my daughter's wedding, when I placed it in my pocket instead. Frank used to ask me, "Honey, why do you wear that raggedy old thing?" He never knew about Jack. I always replied, "To remember something."
It's true. It is to remember something. Or rather, someone. To remember what they did for my life. To remember how they saved my life. To remember.
AN: I know she doesn't really take some of his sleeve, but I always think how horrid it is that Rose is left without anything but her memories. This story idea actually came to me in a dream. Hence the quote on my profile from Leonarda da Vinci. Hope you like it. Very one-shot. Very sad. Love, Lady Annabelle