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Rose's P.O.V:

I could feel death creeping up on me. I could feel the last moments of my life. I knew since the middle of that day, that it was my last. I just didn't know when it would happen. It wasn't a surprise when I took my very last breath of air, and I felt my soul leave my body. It went up to the beautiful, starry, nighttime sky. The stars reminded me of one thing: Jack. Was I finally going to be reunited with my Jack? Was he waiting for me? "Of course he is." I reassured myself. "Just because he didn't say that he loved you, doesn't mean it wasn't true." I smiled. I couldn't wait to get to Jack. My Jack.

I looked back at the ship. I would miss my granddaughter, Lizzie. She was such a strong and independent woman. She took such good care of me. But one day, but not someday soon, I hoped, she her time would come, and I would see her again. And when that time comes," I thought. "She will finally meet her real grandfather."

I looked back up at the stars ahead. "To the stars." I thought. "I'm going to the stars." I remembered that day better than any day in my life. It was the best and possibly the worst day of my life. Jack had saved me. In more ways than one. I was always grateful for that. But I had always wished for more. I wanted to hold Jack in my arms, again. I wanted to feel his warm, loving hands on my body. I would have given up everything I had accomplished in my life, just to have his wonderful lips touch mine, once more. Of course I loved John Calvert, my husband, but he was no Jack Dawson. He couldn't even compare. Jack was my soul mate, and nothing could change that.

I looked back down. I couldn't see the ship anymore. Or the ocean. All I could see were stars. "How far away IS heaven?" I felt like it had been hours since I stopped living. Was it really that far away? I guessed it didn't really matter how long I had to wait to get there. All that mattered was that I would be with Jack, again. I sighed. I just wished I would be there soon. I hadn't seen Jack in eighty three years. I really missed him. I remember the last words he ever said. "Never let go." He made me promise him to never let go. And I never did. I just wished that I made him promise me the same. That would have made my life so much better.

I looked up. It felt like an entire day had passed. "Oh, Jack." I thought, looking up. "I've waited eighty three years. How much longer will it be until we can be together again?" I sighed. At that point, I didn't think this would ever end, that I would be floating there, forever.

Finally, after what seemed like years, the sky started to become lighter. "I made it. I finally made it, Jack. We can finally be together." The sky kept getting lighter and lighter. All of a sudden, I felt something hard and smooth under my feet, I looked down to see a green marble floor. I looked in front of me. There was a long line of people that stretched out for miles. "What is this for?" I wondered to myself.

Just then, I felt something rush through me. I didn't exactly know what it was, but it felt good, almost like a rush of warmth. I looked t my hands. They started to glow as they turned into softer, smoother, younger hands. I looked at my hair. It changed from a soft, snow white, to the fiery red it used to be. "What?" I looked myself up and down. "How did…What is?" I felt my face. It was smooth, with no wrinkles. "Amazing."

"It's astounding, isn't it?" I heard a voice behind me. I turned around. There was a man, about a few years older than I was, well, at least how old I appeared to be. He had tan skin and big brown eyes. His hair was brown and pin strait and he was on the tall side.

"Um, yes it is." I tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. It felt so strange having thick, red hair, again.

The man nodded. "I know how you feel, being young again." I nodded. "You know, I was a hundred and fourteen years old."

My eyes widened. "A hundred and fourteen years old? That's quite impossible, I'm sure."

The man shook his head. "No, it's the truth, I assure you."

I stared at him in awe. "That's a very long time."

He smiled and nodded. "I'm Gregory, by the way." He shook my hand.

"I'm Rose." I smiled as I shook back and looked at the long line again. "Do you know what this line is for?"

"It's to check in. What else would it be for?"

"A check in line in heaven?" "How long do you think it will take?"

He thought about it for a minute. "I'm not exactly sure. I would say about an hour, maybe two."

"An hour? That can't be. This line stretches on for miles."

Just then, someone pulled on my dress. "Mommy?"

I turned around. There was a very young boy, about six or seven years old, standing behind me. He had big brown eyes and brown hair to match. My heart sank. "This poor little boy." I thought. "Why in the world is he here?" "I'm sorry, sweetie." I said, crouching down to his level. "But I'm not your mother."

The boy hung his head. "Oh. My mommy had pretty hair like yours. I don't know where she is. I don't even know where I am." The boy began to cry. I didn't want to tell him that his life was over. I didn't think I had the heart to tell him. But he had a right to know.

"What's your name, sweetie?"

"Mathew." He sniffled.

I sighed. "You need to tell him. He has a right to know." "Well Mathew, you're in heaven. I don't exactly know how, but you died."

"I'm dead?" I nodded. Mathew started to sob even harder. "But I don't wanna die! I wanna go home! I want my mommy!"

"I'm so sorry." I whispered.

"Will I ever see my mommy again?"

I felt my heart break. "Of course you will-eventually."

He nodded. He looked around. I guess he was so confused that he didn't notice where he was. "Is this heaven?"

I thought about it for a second. "Well, technically no. We need to check in first, and then we can go to heaven."

"Oh." Mathew was silent for a moment. "What's heaven like?"

"Well, um, I don't know. I haven't been there yet." I looked at the line. It was much shorter now. I could see the check in counter. Gregory was right.

Mathew tugged my arm. "What's your name?"

I smiled. "Rose."

He smiled back. "That's pretty."

"Thank you."

"Rose?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think that heaven is gonna be beautiful?"

I smiled again. "Yes. I know it will be."

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