Just a short story about Rose after Titanic and how she lived without Jack. My own work, nothing to do with the film! Oneshot! Please R&R Thanks!
Gone but never forgotten
Rose was a great woman. She had married, though her husband had since passed away, raised children and grandchildren and done many different things with her life. But out of all the people who came into and walked out of her life, one always remained in her heart and his name was Jack Dawson.
No-one else had even known him, but he was the reason Rose was the person she was today. He had been dead now since the Titanic sank into the ocean at 2:20am 15th April 1912.
There was no record of Jack Dawson he existed now only in her memories, but he never left her side.
Jack was riding at the side of her when she rode a horse in the surf, properly, like a real cowboy with a leg on each side, the way he said he'd teach her.
He was with her when she went for her first audition as a moving picture actress, like she told him she'd always dreamed of.
He was even with her when she married her husband and raised her children, always there in her heart, smiling.
And on the night Rose died, warm in her bed, an old, old lady just as Jack had promised her, She went to her own Heaven, to be with Jack, for eternity.