A/N: This is just a short one-shot I wrote just now (yeah, at midnight, no joke) and it's about how Lizzie might feel if she also saw Jack and Rose reunited.

Saying Goodbye

I walked into my grandmother's room. She was in bed, staring at the pictures on the dresser. I walked over to her and looked at them with her. One in particular caught my eye: the one of her riding a horse in the surf in Santa Monica with a roller coaster in the background. I had thought that she took the picture for memory's sake. But after hearing her story today, I realized that she was trying to remember her promise. She had said that Jack had told her that they would do that.

"Oh, Lizzie," Nana said. "I didn't hear you come in."

I looked her in the eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. "Why did you keep this secret for so long?"

"I wanted to, Lizzie." Nana said. "Believe me, I wanted to. But every time I tried to tell you, all that came out was tears."

I sighed, turning back and looking at the picture of her on the horse. "I did wonder why you were always so sad. I figured it was because Grandpa died. But you've been carrying this grief with you for much longer than that, haven't you, Nana?"

"I've learned to cope with the pain, but I don't know what I would do without the memories," she said.

I leaned over and kissed my grandmother's forehead. "We'll be leaving tomorrow." I said. "Maybe that will leave some of the pain behind as well."

Nana didn't answer; she was already asleep. I walked into the hallway, but as soon as I did, a light came from the room I had just exited. I whirled around and rushed back.

A figure, a man, stood by Nana's bed. He smiled and extended his hand to her. A girl who looked even younger than I was seemed to form around Nana and then the girl stood and took the man's hand, smiling back at him. It took me a second, shocked as I was, to realize that the girl was my grandma when she was young. And if the girl was my young grandmother, then the man must be Jack. A sudden feeling of awe and sadness came over me when I realized that the two were transparent. Jack had been dead a long time, but Nana must have just died. I watched in awe as the two ghosts, lovers reunited after what must have felt like an eternity, kissed, and as their lips met, they faded from my sight.

I walked into my grandmother's room and grasped her hand. It was cold already. My suspicions had been confirmed: Nana had indeed died in her sleep. I was sad to say goodbye, yet I was also happy that she was no longer sad over what had happened when Jack had died. I knew that I had been blessed to see their reunion, even though I was still alive. I could only imagine the happiness that those who knew Jack and my grandmother were feeling now, seeing them reunited.