The stars that lit the sky that night were perfectly aligned, and Rose felt like they stood for everything good that had happened to her while on this ship. The air was icy, and yet some what frigid, but she didn't tremble. She was warm. All she could hear was the sounds of the water hitting the bow of the ship, and Jack's silent laughter, and she couldn't help but to laugh herself. She was breaking all of the rules now, and didn't even comprehend it. For Pete's sake, she just made love to a third class passenger. She loved a third class passenger. And at that exact moment she felt a light turn on, and she turned very serious. "When the ship docks, I'm getting off with you," she whispered with all of the emotion she felt. Jack smiled.
"This is crazy," he said in amazement. "I know. That's why I trust it," Rose smiled, and felt all too free. She felt she could trust every feeling she had for Jack. It felt wrong of her, but doing the right thing in the first class's eyes never got her anywhere. Before she knew it, Jack's lips were upon hers, and she was kissing him back with all her energy. "I love you," she exclaimed as she stared into his eyes, and she couldn't help but to think it too. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you Jack Dawson. "I truly believe this has been the best thing that has ever happened to me, Rose. I feel like I finally have a home," he said as he looked back into her eyes like he could hear what she was thinking.
For once, romance wasn't the point. They were two people and they felt spiritually combined in embrace. Jack laughed again, and sarcastically said, "So, what now?". Rose tilted her head to the side, with large eyes. "I'm kidding," Jack laughed. "I'm really glad you were. I was going to have to throw you over board," she explained playfully. "Oh, really now?" Jack smirked. He quickly threw her over his shoulders and started tickling her until she was laughing so hard, she was crying. He finally let her down when they reached the third class door. "Stay with me tonight?" he grinned. She sighed, and hadn't thought about this part. "Wow. Is it really Twelve already?" She truly wanted to stay with Jack all of the time, but it wasn't such a good idea to get her Mother, Cal, or Lovejoy involved. And the fact the Lovejoy used to be a police utterly scared her of something happening to Jack.
"I understand," he smiled, and took her hand in his," I love you, Rose," He fluently kissed her upon the cheek, and let her hand drop from hers as he strutted through the doorway. What a small and different way to end the night. Out of everything, a kiss on the cheek still felt like she would drown in happiness, and she felt the blush on her face. She leaned against the wall, and touched her heart. And then she could've sworn she heard Jack celebrating behind the walls with Fabrizio. She laughed at the sheer simplicity of this moment. She slowly turned and walked up the stairs, back to first class. Hell.
When she walked through the elegantly- decorated doors, she felt as if she was being dropped from a great height and was now back to where she belonged. She knew her hair was beyond tangled, and she knew her wardrobe was wrinkled from what her and Jack had done, which again made her smile. Just then, Cal walked out of their state room and gave Rose an imperial look. He quickly browsed Rose's appearance, and then blinked to compose himself. "Rose, I was terrified. Where were you? Don't ever do this to me again," he said in a tone Rose couldn't comprehend. She knew there was another meaning to what Cal just said. She wasn't making any promises to him. "Goodnight, Mr. Hockley," Rose said politely, and walked into her room only to swiftly lock the door behind her. She walked over towards the windows and peeked up to the stars above her. A shooting star quickly followed, and Rose started to sing. "Come Josephine, in my flying machine, going up she goes, up she goes…" Rose turned down the bed and let sleep drown her, hoping Jack would over rule her dreams.