Chapter Seven

"My real name is Dawson. Jack Dawson."

Those words were enough to take Rose back on time. She was still at the wedding, facing at the floor, but in her mind she was on the Titanic. She saw herself hanging from the back of the ship and herd Jack's words.

"I'm Jack Dawson" he had said.

"Rose Dewitt-Bukater." She had answered.

"I'm gonna have you write that down" Rose had smiled at him. He was so good looking and seemed so concerned about her.

Then, she moved in time once again. She was again on the back of the ship, and Jack was with her. But it was a very different situation. The Titanic was in a vertical position and she was sinking fast.

"Take a deep breath and hold it right before we go into the water. The ship will suck us down. Kick for the surface and keep kicking. Don't let go of my hand. We're gonna make it Rose. Trust me."

"I trust you" she had replied. And she did trust him.

Unfortunately, when they went under water she was unable to follow Jack's orders. Even though she kept kicking for the surface, it was very hard to know which side was it. And, to make things worst, she suddenly didn't feel Jack's hand anymore. She was desperate, but she could finally get her head out. She yelled Jack's name, but he didn't come. Where was he?

She didn't know how it long it was, but she was getting tired or kicking so not to go back down. Fortunately, she spotted a piece of wood and she swam to it. That way she had been able to remain alive until one of the boats returned looking for survivors.

The next morning, on the Carpathia, she had searched every corner for Jack, but he was nowhere to be found. Unluckily, she was found by her mother and was forced to go to the first class.

Jack was dead, and nothing was left for her to do but try to remember him and cry for him. She kept repeating that thought, but eventually she decided that she had an other choice to be with him. So… Only a couple of days after arriving to New York, she lost herself in the few memories she had about the guy who changed her life.

Suddenly, the memory ended and she was back at the Hockley's back yard. Slowly, she started to recognize the voices of the people around her.

"Dawson! Get a hell out of my house. WE don't want you here, don't you see." That was surely Cal.

"Why do you say WE? You are aware of the fact that she is a human being and that she can talk, aren't you?" that was Jack's sweet voice.

"Oh, this is nothing, nothing at all. This man? Who knows who he is… Honey, tell Mr Dawson that he's bothering you." Ruth was near a stroke, or so it seemed. But she was trying to keep the guests calm.

"Miss… Please… we really need you say I do." The priest.

She was still looking at her shoe, but then it hit her. What was she doing? I was Jack, for God's sake! What would he think about her? That she didn't love him? She did love him. From the bottom of her heart. Why was she taking that long for say something as easy as that?

"I love him."