Inspired by Incubus's "Wish You Were Here." I don't own the song or Titanic. Enjoy! :]

The sand is hot, almost scalding, beneath my bare feet, but it is a lovely feeling to me. I dig in my toes, warm grains falling over and burying them in a miniscule mountain. The gentle breeze picks up, throwing around my loose scarlet curls and tossing them all about my head. A few locks slap me in the face, but it doesn't bother me like it would on any other occasion.

I lift my toes out of the sand and continue to pad down the shore, leaving behind a trail of footprints with each step I take. The sound of the waves rising and crashing is soothing to my ears. The surface of the ocean glitters like tiny diamonds underneath the beaming rays of the golden sun. The water's color is blue, crystal, beautiful.

Just like your eyes.

If there was ever a place to exist that reminded me of you, this was it.

I lean against the wind, pretending I'm weightless as I close my eyes. The calmness of the ocean is worlds away from my last experience with the waters—three years ago last month. I never thought I'd be strong enough to face the sea again; not after it took you away from me and hundreds of others from their loved ones that night.

But I knew that you wouldn't have wanted me to live like this. Your promise rang loudly in my ears every night before bed, and I knew that I had to do this. For both of us.

The wind is becoming strong now, thrashing my hair about wildly. The waves are rising and falling faster as the sun darkens to a blazing orange, the blue sky behind it melting into shades of pink and purple.

I wish you were here.

The cotton candy clouds are strewn across the horizon, thin and stretched out. I stray from my path and step closer to the sea, its warm waters rushing forward to swallow my ankles. It's not a menacing action like it was on the ship as the Atlantic burst through doors and down hallways, devouring everything in its path.

You would be proud seeing me here like this, facing the fears that I had hidden so carefully away from John and our daughter.

Your voice is as clear as a bell in my ears. "You're gonna go on… You're gonna make lots of babies… And you're gonna watch them grow…"

My eyes close again, the wind slowing once more to a breeze that tickles my face. "And you're gonna die an old, old lady… Warm in her bed…"

Oh, Jack. I hope you're looking down upon me, with that playful smile on your lips.

"Not here. Not like this. Not this night."

I wish you were here.

"So you wanna go to a real party? That's one of the good things about Paris: lots of girls willing to take their clothes off… I figure life's a gift, and I don't intend on wasting it…"

I open my eyes and I can feel you here beside me, watching the same sunset and letting the same water crash over your feet. I can see your shining face, your eyes softening as they focus on mine, your silly grin spread from ear to ear.

And in this moment, I am happy.