Suddenly the colors started to mingle with each other until it gave one
grey shine.
Rose and Jack knew this was goodbye.
A strong wind blew Rose of the ground and made her float in the sky.
She saw Jack looking up to her and she could still read the love in his eyes.
A ray of light dripped in her eyes as she opened them slowly.
She was back in her apartment as if nothing had happened, but she knew the truth.
She decided to get up, although she didn't have to go to work.
Maybe she should go out for shopping or pay Mrs. Armstrong and Suzie a visit.
She walked to the other side of the room where a dull, old dresser filled the wall.
The doors protested aloud when she opened it and the musty scent of wood descended on her.
There wasn't much collected in it, but Rose didn't need anything more, just the basic.
As she went through her collection of dresses which only counted five, she nudged into Cal's overcoat she had kept after arriving in New York.
She reached into the right pocket and pulled out 'Le Coeur De La Mer'.
She held it close to her heart as it always remembered her of the drawing Jack had made of her.
It was a pity she didn't keep that drawing, something to clutch on to.
All she now had was a stone, a cold stone.
But the blue reminded her of Jack's eyes and the memory it was intertwined with made it her only link with the past.
Right after she got settled in here, she sold her engagement ring for a decent sum.
The money she had found in the pockets, had assured her to find a good place and a start without poverty.
She knew she could never sell 'The Heart of the Ocean'.
It was too noticeable and could easily lead Cal to her.
Besides, selling it was the last thing she wanted to do.
She had to find a safe keeping for it, bur for the time being the coat was good enough.
She returned searching out an acceptable dress and she picked out a simple, plain grey one.
She stepped into the bathroom and tried to put her recalcitrant hair in the right way.
Her hear had grown more than usual and it was time she'd chase a pair of scissors through it.
She left the hat where it was and grabbed her purse as she stepped out the door.
Rose bumped into Mrs. Russell, who seemed to be in the mood for a little chat.
"Rose, my child. I haven't seen you in days! How are you? I thought something had happened to you.
Mrs. Russell kept on babbling, while Rose wasn't really interested in all it.
All she heard were scraps, just enough to keep on understanding.
"Anyway, I got to go to the grocery. Mrs. White is not feeling to well and she asked me to bring some flower for her. Her grandchild celebrates his birthday tomorrow and she wanted to bake a cake for the little one. Isn't that sweet? By the way, if you want you can get bread from her every Wednesday. Tuesday is her baking day and on Wednesday she sells them to everyone who has ordered one. I think that a slipped disc is bothering Mrs. White. What do you think?"
Rose got snapped back to reality.
"I don't know, Mrs. Russell. I don't really know much about sort of thing. Besides I haven't seen Mrs. White for weeks. I didn't even know there was something wrong with her."
"Then you do now. Rose girl, you really should get out more. The world might come to an end without you knowing."
Rose forced a little smile on her face.
"So where are you going to, my child?" Mrs. Russell continued.
"Well, I'm heading to the grocer's as well. It's been a long while and I'm all out of stock."
"I'll walk with you. Maybe you could even help me with the bags later on. I'm not that strong anymore."
"I'd be honored to."
Rose was glad with some company and inflicted herself to listen to the old lady.
The grocery was only a block away but at Mrs. Russell's speed, it took them fifteen minutes.
But Rose didn't care at all. She enjoyed being out, breathing fresh air.
The kids were pulling mischief which cost at least five men chase them through the street. Rose couldn't tell rather they were serious or just playing but just in case she blocked the way for a man who had caught up very close to the kids.
The boys did seem to appreciate it and Rose had to laugh at their reaction.
Mrs. Russell looked at the whole scene in a mixture of amusement and indignation.
"Don't you remember what it is like to be a child?" Rose asked after seeing the expression on Mrs. Russell's face.
"I do," she answered" that is why I envy those kids."
Rose didn't understand what Mrs. Russell meant by that. "When I was little, I was more boy than girl." Mrs. Russell explained "but of course I had to stay in and help mother with the house keeping. Whenever I was allowed to play, the only thing I could touch were some dolls I didn't even like. Of course, I was disobedient and snuck out whenever I could to go and play football with the boys of my street or whatever they were doing.
The punishments were always a lot less pleasant but it never prevented me to sneak out and do everything a girl shouldn't do."
Rose laughed as she tried to imagine it. A girl with little pony - tails and a white dress playing football with rough boys.
By now they had reached the grocer's and stepped in.
Everything was packed on the shelves and you have to search the store three times before you find what you're looking for because usually you just run right passed it.
While Rose was searching for something for dinner tonight, someone touched her arm.
Rose looked up furious but couldn't bring out a word after she saw the face.
Rose and Jack knew this was goodbye.
A strong wind blew Rose of the ground and made her float in the sky.
She saw Jack looking up to her and she could still read the love in his eyes.
A ray of light dripped in her eyes as she opened them slowly.
She was back in her apartment as if nothing had happened, but she knew the truth.
She decided to get up, although she didn't have to go to work.
Maybe she should go out for shopping or pay Mrs. Armstrong and Suzie a visit.
She walked to the other side of the room where a dull, old dresser filled the wall.
The doors protested aloud when she opened it and the musty scent of wood descended on her.
There wasn't much collected in it, but Rose didn't need anything more, just the basic.
As she went through her collection of dresses which only counted five, she nudged into Cal's overcoat she had kept after arriving in New York.
She reached into the right pocket and pulled out 'Le Coeur De La Mer'.
She held it close to her heart as it always remembered her of the drawing Jack had made of her.
It was a pity she didn't keep that drawing, something to clutch on to.
All she now had was a stone, a cold stone.
But the blue reminded her of Jack's eyes and the memory it was intertwined with made it her only link with the past.
Right after she got settled in here, she sold her engagement ring for a decent sum.
The money she had found in the pockets, had assured her to find a good place and a start without poverty.
She knew she could never sell 'The Heart of the Ocean'.
It was too noticeable and could easily lead Cal to her.
Besides, selling it was the last thing she wanted to do.
She had to find a safe keeping for it, bur for the time being the coat was good enough.
She returned searching out an acceptable dress and she picked out a simple, plain grey one.
She stepped into the bathroom and tried to put her recalcitrant hair in the right way.
Her hear had grown more than usual and it was time she'd chase a pair of scissors through it.
She left the hat where it was and grabbed her purse as she stepped out the door.
Rose bumped into Mrs. Russell, who seemed to be in the mood for a little chat.
"Rose, my child. I haven't seen you in days! How are you? I thought something had happened to you.
Mrs. Russell kept on babbling, while Rose wasn't really interested in all it.
All she heard were scraps, just enough to keep on understanding.
"Anyway, I got to go to the grocery. Mrs. White is not feeling to well and she asked me to bring some flower for her. Her grandchild celebrates his birthday tomorrow and she wanted to bake a cake for the little one. Isn't that sweet? By the way, if you want you can get bread from her every Wednesday. Tuesday is her baking day and on Wednesday she sells them to everyone who has ordered one. I think that a slipped disc is bothering Mrs. White. What do you think?"
Rose got snapped back to reality.
"I don't know, Mrs. Russell. I don't really know much about sort of thing. Besides I haven't seen Mrs. White for weeks. I didn't even know there was something wrong with her."
"Then you do now. Rose girl, you really should get out more. The world might come to an end without you knowing."
Rose forced a little smile on her face.
"So where are you going to, my child?" Mrs. Russell continued.
"Well, I'm heading to the grocer's as well. It's been a long while and I'm all out of stock."
"I'll walk with you. Maybe you could even help me with the bags later on. I'm not that strong anymore."
"I'd be honored to."
Rose was glad with some company and inflicted herself to listen to the old lady.
The grocery was only a block away but at Mrs. Russell's speed, it took them fifteen minutes.
But Rose didn't care at all. She enjoyed being out, breathing fresh air.
The kids were pulling mischief which cost at least five men chase them through the street. Rose couldn't tell rather they were serious or just playing but just in case she blocked the way for a man who had caught up very close to the kids.
The boys did seem to appreciate it and Rose had to laugh at their reaction.
Mrs. Russell looked at the whole scene in a mixture of amusement and indignation.
"Don't you remember what it is like to be a child?" Rose asked after seeing the expression on Mrs. Russell's face.
"I do," she answered" that is why I envy those kids."
Rose didn't understand what Mrs. Russell meant by that. "When I was little, I was more boy than girl." Mrs. Russell explained "but of course I had to stay in and help mother with the house keeping. Whenever I was allowed to play, the only thing I could touch were some dolls I didn't even like. Of course, I was disobedient and snuck out whenever I could to go and play football with the boys of my street or whatever they were doing.
The punishments were always a lot less pleasant but it never prevented me to sneak out and do everything a girl shouldn't do."
Rose laughed as she tried to imagine it. A girl with little pony - tails and a white dress playing football with rough boys.
By now they had reached the grocer's and stepped in.
Everything was packed on the shelves and you have to search the store three times before you find what you're looking for because usually you just run right passed it.
While Rose was searching for something for dinner tonight, someone touched her arm.
Rose looked up furious but couldn't bring out a word after she saw the face.
