Molly cooperated wonderfully, hiding my face from my mother. I caught
sight of my mother again, her face streamed with tears - a look of sheer
sadness on her face. It broke my heart, but her looks were only skin deep.
I couldn't help but thinking that the only reason she cried so hard that
day was that she had no other children to marry and inherit money that
would keep her out of the Seamstress shop. Molly glanced at Ruth as we
passed by and whispered in my ear.
"She really does love you, Rose." I looked at her terrified. She couldn't change her mind now; she had to take me away.
"But, I see where you're coming from-No rash decisions now, you've been through enough as it is."
Molly and I finally stepped off the boat, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was a miraculous feeling to be on ground that didn't move when you walked - or tilt as you tried to. I looked back for a moment and saw the ocean in front of me again. I lost my balance.
"Rose, darlin, it's alright." Molly caught me.
"The ocean." I sputtered out weakly.
"Don't look at it.Look away."
I couldn't look away. Somewhere in that big blue ocean was my Jack - the body of my Jack. I would never see him again. Never.
Molly led me to her car, where her chauffer was waiting with the door open.
"Good to see you again, Eric." Molly greeted the chauffer.
"No bags today, Ma'am?"
"They were all lost son - I'm not complaining. It's my life I cherish."
"Yes ma'am. It was a difficult night for you, I'm sure. Who is your friend?"
Molly gestured towards me. "This is Miss Rose DeWitt Buk-"
"Dawson." I cut her off, "I'm Rose Dawson."
Molly looked at me, trying to figure me out. She finally gave up and smiled again.
"She's had a more difficult night than anyone, Eric. She'll be staying with me for a while."
"Of course, ma'am."
I caught sight of my reflection in the rear-view mirror. I looked shockingly terrible, my face a ghostly white, my hair broken from the ice, and my eyes red from the tears I'd shed over my lost love. We entered the car, and I nearly lost my breath again.
The rose lamps in the corners, the blue cushioned seats - it was the same model and color of the car Jack and I had made love in. I felt light- headed, and I fought back tears again. Molly put her arm around me when we sat down.
"You don't have to be so brave Rose,"
"But I do, Molly. Jack would have wanted.." And I lost it. The tears came; there was no stopping them. I hated crying in front of people, the saltwater tears sliding down my face were rival enemies to the saltwater that had taken the 1500 peoples' lives early this morning.
"Shh, Rose. You cry now. You've been through more hell in one night than I've experienced in a lifetime."
I cried and cried, my head on Molly's lap. Then I drifted off, dreaming of Jack - the party he had taken me too.the way his artists fingers drew my picture.the flying.
"She really does love you, Rose." I looked at her terrified. She couldn't change her mind now; she had to take me away.
"But, I see where you're coming from-No rash decisions now, you've been through enough as it is."
Molly and I finally stepped off the boat, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was a miraculous feeling to be on ground that didn't move when you walked - or tilt as you tried to. I looked back for a moment and saw the ocean in front of me again. I lost my balance.
"Rose, darlin, it's alright." Molly caught me.
"The ocean." I sputtered out weakly.
"Don't look at it.Look away."
I couldn't look away. Somewhere in that big blue ocean was my Jack - the body of my Jack. I would never see him again. Never.
Molly led me to her car, where her chauffer was waiting with the door open.
"Good to see you again, Eric." Molly greeted the chauffer.
"No bags today, Ma'am?"
"They were all lost son - I'm not complaining. It's my life I cherish."
"Yes ma'am. It was a difficult night for you, I'm sure. Who is your friend?"
Molly gestured towards me. "This is Miss Rose DeWitt Buk-"
"Dawson." I cut her off, "I'm Rose Dawson."
Molly looked at me, trying to figure me out. She finally gave up and smiled again.
"She's had a more difficult night than anyone, Eric. She'll be staying with me for a while."
"Of course, ma'am."
I caught sight of my reflection in the rear-view mirror. I looked shockingly terrible, my face a ghostly white, my hair broken from the ice, and my eyes red from the tears I'd shed over my lost love. We entered the car, and I nearly lost my breath again.
The rose lamps in the corners, the blue cushioned seats - it was the same model and color of the car Jack and I had made love in. I felt light- headed, and I fought back tears again. Molly put her arm around me when we sat down.
"You don't have to be so brave Rose,"
"But I do, Molly. Jack would have wanted.." And I lost it. The tears came; there was no stopping them. I hated crying in front of people, the saltwater tears sliding down my face were rival enemies to the saltwater that had taken the 1500 peoples' lives early this morning.
"Shh, Rose. You cry now. You've been through more hell in one night than I've experienced in a lifetime."
I cried and cried, my head on Molly's lap. Then I drifted off, dreaming of Jack - the party he had taken me too.the way his artists fingers drew my picture.the flying.
