Hello all! Sorry I haven't updated in a while… Been REALLY busy this week. Also, if you read WNEMS, I PROMISE I will update tomorrow after physical therapy! PROMISE! PROMISE! PROMISE! If you read AIALBTY, I will DEFINETELY post sometime this weekend! Been really writer's blocked with those two… ugh… BUT, at least I have an amazing best friend who is nice enough to find photos of my "husband" *Key-thing, quotes. I'm 13, so I'm pretty sure being married is against the law… plus my "husband" is like, 23 years older than me… so…* in his "tool" phase(: Lol, you should ALL get who my "husband" is by now(;

Love,

Lauren DICAPRIO (Hint enough for 'ya? :D)

The next two days went by in a blur. A complete and utter blur.

By now, it was night time, and we were sailing into the New York Harbor. I was still sitting on that same bench, and I had been for the past three days. The first, and then the next two. I hadn't moved. I couldn't move.

I was wet, soaking wet. It had been raining all that day. My heavy and wet coat weighed me down, and I could already tell by my constant sniffling and coughing that I was already coming down with a cold.

All I wanted to do was lie down and cry.

But when I saw it, something inside of me sparked.

I can't explain it.

My legs really just stood up on their own, and I walked further along the deck, far enough so that I was standing in the direct path of the Statue of Liberty.

It was… majestic.

A symbol of hope for all immigrants looking for a new life in America.

A symbol of encouragement for all of the people here on the Carpathia… who had to start over completely.

And a symbol of bravery for me. It told me to be brave and me strong, and somehow… right then and there, I realized what Jack had done.

He saved me… in every way a person can be saved.

He saved me from the sinking Titanic. He did everything in his power to… and he wasn't going to give up until I was saved… even if that meant dying in the process…

And most importantly… he saved me from my treacherous life. The same old boring routine, the same old redundant people. He saved me from all of that… and opened my eyes to the world… the real world…

"Can I take your name please, love?" The gentle steward asked as he kept his umbrella cautiously over his papers. I turned my head slowly to look down at him. My eyes were stained with red, my hands were cold and hard, my body was weak and numb…

And yet…

None of that matter.

Nothing mattered at all.

Except one thing…

My promise.

I took a deep breath, and thought long and hard. Thought long and hard about how far I had come, how far Jack had pushed me…

And I was going to be damned if I threw that all away.

So of course I could have told him, "Rose DeWitt Bukater", and he would have taken me back to first class, and I would be consumed by mother and Cal again, and I would live this extraordinary life of luxury for as long as I lived…

But I wasn't an idiot.

Not at all.

So with every ounce of courage I had inside of me, I drew in one last quick breath, and answered him softly.

"Dawson," I said, looking back up at the green lady in the sky. "Rose Dawson."

"Thank you," he replied. Something rolled down my cheek. Was it a raindrop, or a tear? I would never know.

There was one thing I did know, however.

I knew how much I loved Jack.

And I would never… never… ever… let go…

(; More to come! I promise! Expect the next chapter HOPEFULLY before Thanksgiving(; Review please!