Disclaimer: I do NOT own any rights to the film or actual ship. Writing this was just for fun.
Eighty-four years. It had been eighty-four years since the Titanic sunk. Eighty-four years since Rose lost the true love of her life. At almost 101 years old, she finally had the perfect opportunity to tell his – their – story. It would not be right for her to keep his memory all to herself. After all, there was not a record of him or his friend Fabrizio even boarding the ship. It was like they never existed.
As an aged Rose told her story, she left her mind go back in time, a time when she was the happiest. Although she knew Jack was with her through every journey, she truly felt his presence while she spoke about him. Afterwards, she felt like her main journey in life was complete: she kept her promise and lived for Jack. Now, she felt that she could finally let go.
At night, Rose stepped out on the deck of the ship in her ivory night gown. The wind rustled her white locks as she reached the railing. It felt like history was repeating itself as her bare feet stepped up onto the bottom rung of the railing. She imagined that she was seventeen again, and Jack was behind her showing her that she could fly. After staring out into the Atlantic and listening to the waves lapping against the ship, she gazed down and unclasped her hand to reveal the Heart of the Ocean. The physical symbol of her promise to Jack, how Jack showed her what a heart truly meant, and the once seal of her temporary possession to Cal.
A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. Now, you all know there was a man named Jack Dawson, and that he saved me in every way that a person could be saved. I don't even have a picture of him. He exists now only in my memory.
Even in the dark of night, the deep cerulean diamond was able to capture some of the moon's beautiful light. She never told a soul that she had such a valuable piece of jewelry. Even when the beginning of her new life was rough, she never thought of selling it. For special events, she never wore it.
I believe I've held on to this long enough, she thought as she stared at the Heart of the Ocean one last time. It no longer belongs to me, and it won't belong to anyone else unless they find it. It belongs with the Titanic.
With a sudden gasp, she gently tossed the necklace into the sea. She could no longer see it after it broke through the cold surface. An ominous feeling washed over her as she listened to the waves. She had heard tales about people knowing when their time was almost over, and perhaps this was it. If it were true, she wasn't scared. Although she would miss her family, she knew someone was waiting for her.
You'll die an old lady, warm in your bed.
A bittersweet smile crossed her wrinkled lips. She slowly stepped down from the railing and returned to her room for the night.