Somewhere
Author's Notes~ I don't own the characters but I own this story. Be a darling and review.
Her salty tear rolled down her smooth and pale face. She sat motionless as she gazed at the ocean straight ahead out of the window. The bay was deserted. Rose Wallace gently wiped away the tears as she continued to stare out to the black rolling sea. Her dangling of her diamond earrings was the only sounds in her room.
The peachy sky had faded to an elegant and royal purple. Bits of sapphire and rosy pink decorated the mysterious heaven. Hints of crimson speckled beside the fluffy creamy clouds. It was beautiful, if only she could share this magical moment with her lover...
"Rose, honey, supper is ready." Mrs. Wallace knocked gently on Rose's hard cedar door.
"Yes, momma, I'll be down there in a minute." Rose whispered as she turned around to face her mother. The young woman's eyes were red and puffy. Tears escaped the corners of Rose's midnight blue eyes.
"Oh, baby." Mrs. Wallace murmured. It pained her to see her only daughter like this. She went to Rose and hugged her daughter lightly.
Rose whimpered in her mother's warm embrace, "Momma, about 2,223 people went on the Titanic but only 703 survived. It was such an ill fated voyage. I just can't bare it." Tears continued to trickle down her face.
Mrs. Wallace slowly put one of her daughter's lock of wavy amber brown hair behind Rose's ear. Rose sobbed even louder in her mother's welcoming embrace. Mrs. Wallace could not help her daughter's huge heart ache.
Mrs. Wallace could not tolerate this any longer. Everyday, Rose would eat lesser and lesser because of her lover who died.
"Darling, he's dead. Please stop this nonsense. You're eating lesser every single day and you're losing your weight. You are having this heart ache for someone that doesn't exist anymore." Mrs. Wallace looked at her sick daughter who was as pale as a ghost.
Even though her momma only used "he", Rose knew perfectly who her momma was talking about. Rose shut her eyes tightly as if refusing to take the cold, hard truth.
"Momma. How can you say that?" Rose opened her eyes and stared at her mother painfully. Mrs. Wallace knew it pained a lot but her daughter has to take the truth.
"Rose, fine, have it your way. But you have to eat today, period." Mrs. Wallace replied sternly.
"But, Momma, I am not hungry." Rose pouted and crossed her arms across her bosom.
Mrs. Wallace frowned, "No buts."
Rose scowled, "Fine, Momma." Mrs. Wallace nodded and turned around and gracefully went out of Rose's room.
The young woman lay down on her queen-sized bed. Her ruby red velvet dress was soft but it gave Rose no comfort. The only thought on her mind was the one and only aid to her wounded heart.
"Jack." She whispered.
Author's Notes~ I don't own the characters but I own this story. Be a darling and review.
Her salty tear rolled down her smooth and pale face. She sat motionless as she gazed at the ocean straight ahead out of the window. The bay was deserted. Rose Wallace gently wiped away the tears as she continued to stare out to the black rolling sea. Her dangling of her diamond earrings was the only sounds in her room.
The peachy sky had faded to an elegant and royal purple. Bits of sapphire and rosy pink decorated the mysterious heaven. Hints of crimson speckled beside the fluffy creamy clouds. It was beautiful, if only she could share this magical moment with her lover...
"Rose, honey, supper is ready." Mrs. Wallace knocked gently on Rose's hard cedar door.
"Yes, momma, I'll be down there in a minute." Rose whispered as she turned around to face her mother. The young woman's eyes were red and puffy. Tears escaped the corners of Rose's midnight blue eyes.
"Oh, baby." Mrs. Wallace murmured. It pained her to see her only daughter like this. She went to Rose and hugged her daughter lightly.
Rose whimpered in her mother's warm embrace, "Momma, about 2,223 people went on the Titanic but only 703 survived. It was such an ill fated voyage. I just can't bare it." Tears continued to trickle down her face.
Mrs. Wallace slowly put one of her daughter's lock of wavy amber brown hair behind Rose's ear. Rose sobbed even louder in her mother's welcoming embrace. Mrs. Wallace could not help her daughter's huge heart ache.
Mrs. Wallace could not tolerate this any longer. Everyday, Rose would eat lesser and lesser because of her lover who died.
"Darling, he's dead. Please stop this nonsense. You're eating lesser every single day and you're losing your weight. You are having this heart ache for someone that doesn't exist anymore." Mrs. Wallace looked at her sick daughter who was as pale as a ghost.
Even though her momma only used "he", Rose knew perfectly who her momma was talking about. Rose shut her eyes tightly as if refusing to take the cold, hard truth.
"Momma. How can you say that?" Rose opened her eyes and stared at her mother painfully. Mrs. Wallace knew it pained a lot but her daughter has to take the truth.
"Rose, fine, have it your way. But you have to eat today, period." Mrs. Wallace replied sternly.
"But, Momma, I am not hungry." Rose pouted and crossed her arms across her bosom.
Mrs. Wallace frowned, "No buts."
Rose scowled, "Fine, Momma." Mrs. Wallace nodded and turned around and gracefully went out of Rose's room.
The young woman lay down on her queen-sized bed. Her ruby red velvet dress was soft but it gave Rose no comfort. The only thought on her mind was the one and only aid to her wounded heart.
"Jack." She whispered.
