Chapter Fourteen
After he saw Rose smiling in the window, Jack understood that she was really happy and that he shouldn't be there. He promised to himself that he would not chase her anymore.
As it was very hard to keep that promise, Jack decided to leave New York. But when he took the money that Ruth had given him and donate it to an Art School under the name of Spicer Lovejoy, someone saw one of his drawings and begged him to stay as a teacher. Jack couldn't say no, that was what he had always wanted, so he stayed. He took the name of his best friend, Fabrizio De Rossi, who was also a great artist.
After almost two years, he had received an offer to go to Paris to work as an art teacher in a very important school. Jack had accepted without thinking it twice. The only thing that he didn't like about it was that he had to travel by ship, and, according to the ticket they had sent him, he would arrive to London on April, 14, so he would spend April, 12 in the sea.
Although he own a first class ticket, he spent most of the journey in the deck. He didn't like his room, it made him fell trapped. "No I know how Rose felt" No, he couldn't think about Rose, she was dead, at least for him. But it was impossible not to think. He was in the exact place where saw Rose running to the back of the ship. It was a clear night and he was in a bench, facing the stars. He could even feel someone pass running beside him. "That was too real" he thought "It couldn't be just a feeling" he decided to go and see what had happened.
He saw a woman facing the see. It was too painful for Jack, because she had red hair and she was in a very similar position to Rose, but unlike her, she didn't seam to want to kill herself. He would have gone, unable to look, but in that moment the woman started to talk.
Her voice was no more than a whisper, but he could hear every single word, and recognize it immediately, although he hadn't heard it in 2 years. She seamed to be talking to herself, she probably thought she was alone. Jack wanted to move, but he couldn't. With each word she said, his heart beat faster. Could it be? Was he dreaming? He knew he was awake, and he also knew that it wasn't a vision, it was real. The woman wasn't lying.
Jack moved slowly so not to scared the woman. She was inside the ship, but she might fall if someone talked to her when she was distracted.