A/N: Okay, I'm not going to lie to you guys, this chapter isn't so great. And it's pretty short. But I promise, the next one will be better and longer.
Now on to chapter 3:
Rose's P.O.V:
I was finally at the front of the line. It had only taken about an hour and a half for Mathew and me to reach the front of the line. I guessed he was going to stay with me.
We walked up to the reception desk. It was a dark brown, but the top was green marble, just like the floor. The receptionist had short brown hair and amber colored eyes. She wore pink glasses. She looked up at me and smiled "Hi, honey, what's your name."
"Rose Dawson."
She looked at a piece of paper. "Oh, yes. Just sign in and walk through that door."
I smiled. "Thank you." I sighed in and waited for Mathew.
"And what's your name, cutie pie?"
"Matthew Hall."
She smiled and nodded. "Okay Mathew, just write your name on this line. Can you do that?" He nodded.
"Okay, now just walk through those doors." He nodded and walked next to me. He slipped his hand into mine. I guessed we were in this toether, now. We walked through the doors. It was the most beautiful place I'd ever seen.
"Are we in heaven, now?"
I smiled and nodded. "Yes. Yes we are."
"Heaven is beautiful."
"I know."
Just then, a man walked up to us. It was the man I was married to. John Calvert. "John?"
"Rose!" We embraced each other.
"Wait, John, I need to tell you something. It's about Celia and Sophia's father."
"I know."
"I'm sorry John, but I can't be with you. I love you, but you're no Jack."
"I know, Rose. And I love you. And I know what's best for you. And what's best for you is Jack."
I nodded. "I hope you understand."
He nodded in return. "I do."
"So, I guess I should go to him, now."
"Yeah. I know he's waiting for you." I smiled. My Jack was waiting for me. We would be together, again.
"Goodbye, John."
"Goodbye, Rose."
A/N: I apologize for the short chapter. The next one will be longer, I promise. Please read and review!