An Unbearable Loss - Chapter 3
Come Josephine!
Authors notes: I do not own anything Titanic related or its characters, so no suing. Thank you very, very much to the people that reviewed and liked my story, I admit its quite crap but thanks anyway. I have no gift for writing, but this was written years ago so I'll use that as an excuse, lol.
****** Jack studied the list of survivors Mary had given him. He saw no Rose DeWitt Bukater anywhere.
"She's really dead, I don't believe it. She promised me she would survive, go on with her life, why did she let go of that promise, why?" Jack said amongst his cries to Mary. She was sitting on the bed holding and gently rocking him.
"Ssh, there, there don't cry, don't cry it will be alright, I'm sure she survived but they just haven't got her name down yet that's all" Mary said trying to reassure Jack.
"No she's gone Mary, she's really gone, it should have been me who died not her, not her" he cried, he felt guilty, lost and alone. Not even Mary's comforting helped him.
After a few minutes Jacks crying slowly subsided, he was beginning to calm down.
"I'll leave now, I think you need to be alone, okay Jack?" Mary said slowly rising from the bed.
"Thank you Mary, for everything" Jack answered, he was staring out the porthole now, alone with his grief.
Mary left taking one glance back at Jack, "Poor boy, poor boy" she silently whispered to herself and she headed back up on deck.
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Rose slowly opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings. "He must have taken me to the infirmary" she thought to herself. "I'll have to thank him when I get my strength back."
Rose laid her head back on the pillow and looked side to side, on her left was another cot; it was empty. On her right was a curtain, she couldn't make out the figure behind it, and she didn't really try. She started to think about Jack, and all the fun times they had together, the spitting lesson, running away from Lovejoy and flying. Rose thought more about flying and she remembered the off key song Jack sang into her ear on the bow.
"Come Josephine in my flying machine, and its up she goes, up she goes. Come Josephine in my flying machine." Rose sang aloud, it was barely a whisper but could easily be heard. A single tear rolled down from her eye and landed on the pillow. She continued singing.
"Balance yourself like a bird on a beam, in the air she goes, there she goes," her voice was starting to become more shaky with each word she sang.
Meanwhile. Jack, stared out the window. He could see the rain pouring down in sheets, but when he stared hard enough he could see the stars, looking dim.
Suddenly he heard someone singing a familiar song. It was a song he once sang with Rose. "But who's singing it?" Jack pondered to himself. He listened more closely, and he realised that it was coming from right beside him. The voice was getting shakier with each line.
"It's the woman," Jack thought to himself. "It's the woman singing our song," he thought more. "All on goodbye. I love you Jack and I miss you" Rose cried, she had finished the song and was crying silently.
That was the last straw for Jack, he leapt out of the bed and pulled back the curtain. He saw red headed woman crying into her pillow.
"Rose?" Jack whispered. He was shaking from nervousness, excitement, and fear. The fear that it might not be Rose. That it may be his imagination.
Come Josephine!
Authors notes: I do not own anything Titanic related or its characters, so no suing. Thank you very, very much to the people that reviewed and liked my story, I admit its quite crap but thanks anyway. I have no gift for writing, but this was written years ago so I'll use that as an excuse, lol.
****** Jack studied the list of survivors Mary had given him. He saw no Rose DeWitt Bukater anywhere.
"She's really dead, I don't believe it. She promised me she would survive, go on with her life, why did she let go of that promise, why?" Jack said amongst his cries to Mary. She was sitting on the bed holding and gently rocking him.
"Ssh, there, there don't cry, don't cry it will be alright, I'm sure she survived but they just haven't got her name down yet that's all" Mary said trying to reassure Jack.
"No she's gone Mary, she's really gone, it should have been me who died not her, not her" he cried, he felt guilty, lost and alone. Not even Mary's comforting helped him.
After a few minutes Jacks crying slowly subsided, he was beginning to calm down.
"I'll leave now, I think you need to be alone, okay Jack?" Mary said slowly rising from the bed.
"Thank you Mary, for everything" Jack answered, he was staring out the porthole now, alone with his grief.
Mary left taking one glance back at Jack, "Poor boy, poor boy" she silently whispered to herself and she headed back up on deck.
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Rose slowly opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings. "He must have taken me to the infirmary" she thought to herself. "I'll have to thank him when I get my strength back."
Rose laid her head back on the pillow and looked side to side, on her left was another cot; it was empty. On her right was a curtain, she couldn't make out the figure behind it, and she didn't really try. She started to think about Jack, and all the fun times they had together, the spitting lesson, running away from Lovejoy and flying. Rose thought more about flying and she remembered the off key song Jack sang into her ear on the bow.
"Come Josephine in my flying machine, and its up she goes, up she goes. Come Josephine in my flying machine." Rose sang aloud, it was barely a whisper but could easily be heard. A single tear rolled down from her eye and landed on the pillow. She continued singing.
"Balance yourself like a bird on a beam, in the air she goes, there she goes," her voice was starting to become more shaky with each word she sang.
Meanwhile. Jack, stared out the window. He could see the rain pouring down in sheets, but when he stared hard enough he could see the stars, looking dim.
Suddenly he heard someone singing a familiar song. It was a song he once sang with Rose. "But who's singing it?" Jack pondered to himself. He listened more closely, and he realised that it was coming from right beside him. The voice was getting shakier with each line.
"It's the woman," Jack thought to himself. "It's the woman singing our song," he thought more. "All on goodbye. I love you Jack and I miss you" Rose cried, she had finished the song and was crying silently.
That was the last straw for Jack, he leapt out of the bed and pulled back the curtain. He saw red headed woman crying into her pillow.
"Rose?" Jack whispered. He was shaking from nervousness, excitement, and fear. The fear that it might not be Rose. That it may be his imagination.