~*Three*~
The Heart of the Ocean
Rose retired to her room, while I went back to the smoking room.
"What on earth was going on?" Mr. Ismay asked, a bit concerned.
"Rose, about fell over the rails. She's okay though." I smiled. "If you'll excuse me, gentlemen."
"Of course." They said in unison.
I stood and took my leave of the group. I went back to my suite. I quietly entered my wardrobe. I walked over to my little green safe.
I turned the knob quickly. Stopping on the combination numbers, then the thing made a loud noise and was unlocked. I opened it and pulled out the case I had placed there earlier.
I opened it up, and ran my fingers over the blue diamond. I smiled, knowing the gift was really too much. But also glad of the image it would give me.
I walked to Rose's door. Which was cracked slightly. I peered in, she sat at the vanity. More beautiful than ever. I gently pushed open the door. She hadn't heard me. Only after minutes did she know I was there.
She watched me standing in her doorway. Not taking her eyes from the mirror.
"I know you've been melancholy." I said lovingly. "I don't pretend to know why."
I walked over to her, and sat on the vanity. Her music boxed played lightly, but I wanted no interference. So I closed the thing, and shoved it aside.
I brought out the case, holding it before her.
"I intended on saving this, until the engagement gala next week." I was saying, still speaking softly to my sweet Rose. I opened it, reveling the splendid jewel. "I thought tonight."
Rose gasped at the sight of it. I smiled, being very pleased with her reaction. She touched the velvet interior of the case.
"Oh my God, is it a-"
"Diamond?" I asked. Smiling. "Yes. 56 carats to be exact."
I removed it from it's casing. "It was worn by Louis the XVI. They call it. Le Coeur de la Mer. The -"
"Heart of the Ocean." She spoke the words as I did.
"Yes." I laughed. I held the chain closed behind her neck. I stared at her in the mirror. "There's nothing I couldn't give you. There's nothing I'd deny you. If you will not deny me." I said, I turned my gaze form the image in the mirror to her. "Now open your heart to me, Rose."
She continued to inspect the gem in the mirror. Not saying anything.
The true reason I had given this priceless gift to her early. Was to ensure Dawson would not be a problem later. Or so I told myself.
Perhaps, it was because my mind was plagued with images of that third-class girl. I wanted to forget her. I wanted things to be as they were. I wanted Rose Dewitt Bukater to be my wife. That's what I wanted.
So whether or not I wanted to hold off Dawson is unknown to me. I loved Rose, I won't deny that. But what was this hold that this steerage passenger had over me?
She was poor, probably homeless. Never could she fit in with me. But Rose did, and so I gave her the gem. I loved the way she marveled at it's beauty.
I stood and kissed her on the lips. Fastening the necklace around her neck. "Goodnight, sweetpea." I spoke softly. I kissed her again, then left her.