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.
Jack
Something had happened. I could tell. And it had to do with Rose. I knew because my heart, which had been still ever since I died, suddenly began to beat again. I didn't know why, but now I had hope that Rose was still alive and that someday soon, she would come back to me. The musicians, who had been playing up until now, suddenly stopped, and everyone grew quiet, as if anticipating something. Was someone who hadn't died when we did joining us? I hoped against hope that it was Rose.
Rose
That night, I had the Titanic on my mind as I went to bed. I felt a sudden pull that was too strong to even try to resist, so I followed it. As I traveled, I felt myself becoming younger and younger, until I was seventeen once again. The pull brought me to the watery grave of the Titanic, but as I went further into the wreck, it suddenly became pristine again, as grand as it had been before that fateful night. A steward opened the polished doors that led to the Grand Staircase, and I saw again those who had died with the ship. The orchestra members were the first to greet me. Little Cora waved as I passed and Mr. Andrews nodded, as if he was confirming something to himself. But my attention was drawn to the figure that stood at the top of the Grand Staircase, looking at the clock. Was that who I thought it was?
Jack
I had long since stopped turning every time I heard someone come up behind me. But, not ten seconds ago, I saw someone at the doors who had red hair. And not just any shade of red hair; her shade of red hair. I had to know if I was hallucinating, if hallucinations are even possible in the afterlife. So I turned.
There, at the bottom of the Grand Staircase, coming towards me, was my Rose. I could hardly believe it! She was really here; we were finally together again! The time I had waited and my worry that she would go to a different afterlife faded away at the sight of her. I was so overcome with joy that I couldn't speak. I could only smile at her as I held out my hand.
Rose
Jack said nothing; indeed, he didn't need to say anything. The smile he gave me now said it all: He had been waiting so long to see me again, yet in a way, he was happy that he had to wait so long because the wait meant that I had honored the promise I had made to him on the night he died. I took his hand and he drew me close to him, just as he had done before we began our dance in third-class. I was about to kiss him, but then I stopped. I had seen him in my dreams every single night, ever since I had accepted the truth that he had died. What if this reunion right now was only another dream? It was a grander dream than I had ever had before, yes, but what if it was still only a dream which I would again have to wake from, come morning?
As soon as I paused, Jack seemed to understand the reason for my fear. Instantly, he kissed me, and that kiss drove all the doubts from my mind. How could I have even allowed myself to think this was a dream? It was too beautiful, too perfect, to be a mere illusion fabricated by my mind using my memories. I had died in my sleep and I had now rejoined my true love. Jack and I might not have been able to be together in life. But in death, we were together for eternity.