Chapter Nine
Jack spent his first night in New York at a homeless shelter. The next morning he decided that he required money in order to leave that city and travel, so he went to the park to do the only thing he was good at: drawing portraits of people for 10 cents a piece. It wasn't much, but it would provide him of what he needed, more shits of paper. He had only few cents so he used them to buy the materials, next he found a good place in the park and waited for the inspiration to come.
Unfortunately, that wasn't as easy as he thought it would be. He couldn't find something as beautiful as his Rose. "It's not your Rose, dam as" he thought. But then, something caught his eye. It was a young couple walking through the park. Jack didn't know why, but he took his pencil and started drawing. He had to be fast, because the couple was moving, but then they sat at a bench and that gave Jack the time necessary to finish their faces. It wasn't until the drawing was complete that he recognize them. They were Cal and Rose.
At the beginning Jack wanted to destroy the drawing, but then he looked at it. It might have been his imagination, but Rose didn't seem too happy. There was something in her eyes telling that extremely unhappy.
"Stop trying to believe that she loves you. She left you. It doesn't matter if she is happy or unhappy, it's not up to you to save her" he thought. But then, something came back to his mind. It was the vision of a young, red haired woman. She was hanging from the back of the ship.
"Don't come any closer" she had said "I'll let go"
"No you wont" he had answer "I'm too involve now. If you jump I jump"
Jack repeated that last sentence many times for himself. "I'm too involve now". That was true. In spite of being told that she didn't love him, he had to know if she was ok.
Rose and Cal began to again. Jack followed them from a certain distance so he wouldn't be discovered. The couple didn't talk at all. "That's a bad signal." he thought. Finally they arrived to a house. Although it needed some painting in the front, you could tell that it had been a very good looking house. Rose and Cal entered to it, but Jack couldn't move. He was very confused. On one hand he could have sworn that he saw that Rose wasn't very happy about being with Cal, but then, on their way home, he didn't see any sign of rebellion. It looked as if her old fire had gone out.
"I'll stay, so if she goes out again I can see if she is really happy. If she is, I swear, I wont came back. I'll let her live her own life" Jack decided.
So he stood, hidden beside a tree hopping that her one true love would come out soon and prove that he wasn't lying to himself.