Until We Meet Again
Summary: Rose is struggling to live her life after Jack died. But she still promised and she knows that she must honor that promise, since it was Jack's dying wish. Meanwhile, in the afterlife, Jack is continuously haunted by his memories of Rose, and he begins to doubt that Rose will join him upon her eventual death, even though he promised they would meet again before he departed for the afterlife.
Rose
Years passed. Not a day went by when my every thought was a memory of Jack and not a night when I didn't see him in my dreams. I got a job as an actress, though only in small shows because I didn't want Cal finding me. I had promised Jack that I would marry, but I vowed that I would never marry Cal. I still hadn't sold the Heart of the Ocean. I had tried to, every year, but every time I tried, someone other than Jack popped into my head: Cal. I wanted to make it in life without his money. So I followed Jack's advice to live my life to the fullest and I lost myself in my work. It paid well, but I still felt there was the risk of Cal finding me and trying to take me back. At least, the risk was present until the stock market crash of 1929. A few weeks after the crash, I read in the newspaper that Caledon Hockley had put a pistol in his mouth and was now dead. While I felt sorry that someone had taken his own life, I felt relieved that there was no longer any danger of Cal finding me. During what became known as the Great Depression, I was one of the few lucky people who kept my job. The pay was significantly less, but I was grateful just to have work, I didn't care about money. Life was priceless and I tried to make each day count. One of my favorite pictures of mine had been taken only a few years ago. I was riding a horse right in the surf, one leg on each side of the horse. A roller coaster was in the background. Jack had said we would go ride horses like real cowboys and ride the roller coaster until we threw up. A tear came to my eye as I remembered. Why did memories seem comforting one day and then the next, they're like a knife straight to the heart?
Then World War II hit and the Depression was over. Everyone was building planes and other war machines. While I knew it was risky to get involved in war, I wanted to do what I could for my country. I joined the army as a reconnaissance pilot. I knew Jack would have appreciated that. I was a good pilot, surprisingly. I knew it was dangerous; after all, a wrong landing could leave my children without a mother. But I knew Sean Calvert, the man I had married, was a good man. If worst came to the worst, he could look after our children. My son, James, already had a girlfriend named Sarah, and both were preparing to graduate college. Watching my son grow up was one of the happiest experiences of my life. I also knew that, by watching them grow, I was keeping my promise to Jack. He had told me that I would go on, have children, watch them grow, and eventually die an old woman, warm in my bed. "Not here. Not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?" He had told me, fiercely.
I knew that since I survived the sinking of the Titanic, I could survive being a pilot in this war.