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CHAPTER ONE
Jack
I awoke, as if from a pleasant sleep. I struggle to open my crusted eyes, and I find myself lying on a deserted beach. The sky is pitch black, with only a few stars glistening like brilliant diamonds in the darkness. The cool waves of the ocean lap gently at my feet. My soaking wet clothing weighs me down, making it hard for me to breathe. I cannot figure out why I am here. What happened? Where am I? For some reason, I have a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I shut my eyes, and try to think of what could have possibly happened for me to end up here. Suddenly, the image of her flawless face floods my mind. Her vibrant blue eyes, her long, beautiful scarlet hair. Everything comes rushing back. The iceberg, the earsplitting screams of the frightened women, the tear-stained faces of the bawling children, the beautiful melody of the quartet, the frigid water. It all comes back to me as vividly as the 일 it happened. My head begins to pound and ache. My stomach tightens, and I feel unusually nauseous.
“Rose…” I whisper to myself, as if saying her name would just magically make her appear. I sit up, and look around the beach. Not a person in sight. Reality hits me…. Rose must have died in wreck. “Rose…” I choke out a 초 time, as a single tear slides down my cheek.
I can’t believe this happened. I finally find someone that I 사랑 더 많이 than life itself, only to have her ripped out of my loving embrace and tossed into the brutal hands of death. I never had much exposure to that confusing emotion called 사랑 prior to meeting Rose. I 로스트 both my parents 의해 the time I was ten. I had no brothers 또는 sisters, 또는 any family at all for that matter. So how I am I supposed to know what 사랑 feels like? I don’t have an answer for you, but all I know is that I did I 사랑 Rose. I am as sure of that as I am sure that the Earth is round. I knew it from the 초 I saw her, standing confidently in the first-class deck of Titanic. Tommy Ryan laughed in my face when he caught me gazing admiringly at her. Forget it, boyo, he said in his goofy Irish accent. But I knew I would never be able to forget it. In that moment, something changed inside of me. I suppose if 당신 want to be cliché, 당신 could say that it was 사랑 at first sight. I knew she was the one for me. But now, she is gone. My 심장 violently aches in my desperate longing for her. I long to hear her sweet laugh ringing in my ear. I long to feel that affectionate spark I felt the first time our lips collided. I long to be in that car once more…
Rose
It has been three days since the tragedy. Three days since I 로스트 the 사랑 of my life. Three days since I actually felt alive. Ever since I let go of Jack’s hand the night of the sinking, everything has been a blur. I cannot eat, 또는 sleep, 또는 think, 또는 dream. I feel like every ounce of happiness has been drained from my body, and been replaced with an empty ache.
To be honest, I don’t even want to go on living anymore. That feeling I had the night I tried to jump off the back of the ship, the night Jack and I first met, has taken over me. I want to kill myself. Don’t think I haven’t considered it. I have. Yesterday, I actually put the gun to my head. But as I touched my index finger to the trigger, I heard Jack’s melodic voice in my head. 당신 must do me this honor. Promise me you’ll survive. That 당신 won’t give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise. I suddenly realized that if I went through with it, I would be breaking my promise to Jack. That realization was all it took for me to chuck the gun across the room, and burst into tears. I have to do this for Jack, I thought to myself. I have to be strong…
CHAPTER TWO
Jack
It has been five days since I washed up along the shore. The longest five days of my entire life. I walked about twenty miles to a small town that resides near the 바닷가, 비치 I washed up on. I have no money, 또는 clothes, 또는 food. I’ve been living on the streets, scraping up moldy leftovers from garbage cans for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The only set of clothing that I have is the clothes on my back, a baggy white 셔츠 and tan pants. They have become tattered and disgustingly filthy. I can’t even try to make money with my drawings right now because I don’t even have enough money to buy a few sheets of paper and some charcoal. I feel so helpless and lonely. At night, I sleep in an alley between a butcher’s 샵 and a blacksmith shop. I huddle beneath a piece of cardboard to keep warm. Sleep is my only escape from this 쓴, 쓰라린 reality. Every night, Rose visits me in my dreams. Her flawless face calls out to me, haunting me with her undying beauty. In my dreams, we are together. We have a gorgeous house, three kids, and we are both happier than ever. However, every morning, when the sun rises and wakes me up from my peaceful sleep, I am once again filled with dread knowing that Rose is gone. I
My days basically consist of wandering aimlessly around this unknown town. As I walk down the streets, I get dirty looks from everyone. A group of rich aristocrats pass 의해 me, and snicker at my greasy hair and dirt-covered clothing. They remind me of Cal and Rose’s mother. I have to clench my fists and teeth in order to resist the urge to 펀치 them. I continue walking with my hands cupped out in front of me, begging for some spare change to buy myself dinner. 의해 the end of the day, I only end up with three cents. I stumble into the bakery to buy a loaf of bread, but I am short one cent. Tears of frustration blur my eyes, and the cashier notices. He tells me not to worry about it, and pays the extra cent for me. I thank him, and run out of the 샵 in embarrassment. I walk back to my shelter and scarf down the 빵 in less than a minute. I start to cry again. I can’t live like this, I tell myself. I just can’t. It’s not worth it…
Rose
I’ve tried to 옮기기 on with my life, I swear that I have. It’s just harder than it seems. I live my life in a daze. All I really do it sit around the house every day, doing miscellaneous chores and hobbies. The house is spotless. I’ve cleaned it over ten times in the past five days because cleaning gets my mind off the tragedy. I’ve also started drawing portraits. Jack sparked my interest in drawing with his gorgeous sketches of hands and people. I mainly sketch self-portraits, because the only other person that I am around is Cal, and I can’t stand staring at Cal’s face. I see the joyful sparkle that resides in his eyes now that he knows that Jack is dead and that he has me all to himself. I despise him, and everything that he stands for, yet I can’t leave him. Without him, I have absolutely nothing. No money, no home, no family. I have no other option.
At night, I get these horribly vivid flashbacks. I hear the blood-curdling screams of the dying souls blaring in my ears as I try to drift to sleep. I feel Jack’s tight embrace we hold onto the railing at the 상단, 맨 위로 of the ship while it slowly slides into the depths of the dark ocean. I feel as if I am back on the 타이타닉 once again. The 타이타닉 haunts my dreams. It has taken over my life. I cannot think about anything else. I feel irreparably broken.
I was cleaning out my closet this morning, and I found the dress that I had worn the night of the sinking. As I lifted it up, a small piece of paper fell out of it and fluttered to the floor. I picked it up, and as soon as I held it in my hands, I knew what it was. Meet me at the clock…
CHAPTER ONE
Jack
I awoke, as if from a pleasant sleep. I struggle to open my crusted eyes, and I find myself lying on a deserted beach. The sky is pitch black, with only a few stars glistening like brilliant diamonds in the darkness. The cool waves of the ocean lap gently at my feet. My soaking wet clothing weighs me down, making it hard for me to breathe. I cannot figure out why I am here. What happened? Where am I? For some reason, I have a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I shut my eyes, and try to think of what could have possibly happened for me to end up here. Suddenly, the image of her flawless face floods my mind. Her vibrant blue eyes, her long, beautiful scarlet hair. Everything comes rushing back. The iceberg, the earsplitting screams of the frightened women, the tear-stained faces of the bawling children, the beautiful melody of the quartet, the frigid water. It all comes back to me as vividly as the 일 it happened. My head begins to pound and ache. My stomach tightens, and I feel unusually nauseous.
“Rose…” I whisper to myself, as if saying her name would just magically make her appear. I sit up, and look around the beach. Not a person in sight. Reality hits me…. Rose must have died in wreck. “Rose…” I choke out a 초 time, as a single tear slides down my cheek.
I can’t believe this happened. I finally find someone that I 사랑 더 많이 than life itself, only to have her ripped out of my loving embrace and tossed into the brutal hands of death. I never had much exposure to that confusing emotion called 사랑 prior to meeting Rose. I 로스트 both my parents 의해 the time I was ten. I had no brothers 또는 sisters, 또는 any family at all for that matter. So how I am I supposed to know what 사랑 feels like? I don’t have an answer for you, but all I know is that I did I 사랑 Rose. I am as sure of that as I am sure that the Earth is round. I knew it from the 초 I saw her, standing confidently in the first-class deck of Titanic. Tommy Ryan laughed in my face when he caught me gazing admiringly at her. Forget it, boyo, he said in his goofy Irish accent. But I knew I would never be able to forget it. In that moment, something changed inside of me. I suppose if 당신 want to be cliché, 당신 could say that it was 사랑 at first sight. I knew she was the one for me. But now, she is gone. My 심장 violently aches in my desperate longing for her. I long to hear her sweet laugh ringing in my ear. I long to feel that affectionate spark I felt the first time our lips collided. I long to be in that car once more…
Rose
It has been three days since the tragedy. Three days since I 로스트 the 사랑 of my life. Three days since I actually felt alive. Ever since I let go of Jack’s hand the night of the sinking, everything has been a blur. I cannot eat, 또는 sleep, 또는 think, 또는 dream. I feel like every ounce of happiness has been drained from my body, and been replaced with an empty ache.
To be honest, I don’t even want to go on living anymore. That feeling I had the night I tried to jump off the back of the ship, the night Jack and I first met, has taken over me. I want to kill myself. Don’t think I haven’t considered it. I have. Yesterday, I actually put the gun to my head. But as I touched my index finger to the trigger, I heard Jack’s melodic voice in my head. 당신 must do me this honor. Promise me you’ll survive. That 당신 won’t give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise. I suddenly realized that if I went through with it, I would be breaking my promise to Jack. That realization was all it took for me to chuck the gun across the room, and burst into tears. I have to do this for Jack, I thought to myself. I have to be strong…
CHAPTER TWO
Jack
It has been five days since I washed up along the shore. The longest five days of my entire life. I walked about twenty miles to a small town that resides near the 바닷가, 비치 I washed up on. I have no money, 또는 clothes, 또는 food. I’ve been living on the streets, scraping up moldy leftovers from garbage cans for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The only set of clothing that I have is the clothes on my back, a baggy white 셔츠 and tan pants. They have become tattered and disgustingly filthy. I can’t even try to make money with my drawings right now because I don’t even have enough money to buy a few sheets of paper and some charcoal. I feel so helpless and lonely. At night, I sleep in an alley between a butcher’s 샵 and a blacksmith shop. I huddle beneath a piece of cardboard to keep warm. Sleep is my only escape from this 쓴, 쓰라린 reality. Every night, Rose visits me in my dreams. Her flawless face calls out to me, haunting me with her undying beauty. In my dreams, we are together. We have a gorgeous house, three kids, and we are both happier than ever. However, every morning, when the sun rises and wakes me up from my peaceful sleep, I am once again filled with dread knowing that Rose is gone. I
My days basically consist of wandering aimlessly around this unknown town. As I walk down the streets, I get dirty looks from everyone. A group of rich aristocrats pass 의해 me, and snicker at my greasy hair and dirt-covered clothing. They remind me of Cal and Rose’s mother. I have to clench my fists and teeth in order to resist the urge to 펀치 them. I continue walking with my hands cupped out in front of me, begging for some spare change to buy myself dinner. 의해 the end of the day, I only end up with three cents. I stumble into the bakery to buy a loaf of bread, but I am short one cent. Tears of frustration blur my eyes, and the cashier notices. He tells me not to worry about it, and pays the extra cent for me. I thank him, and run out of the 샵 in embarrassment. I walk back to my shelter and scarf down the 빵 in less than a minute. I start to cry again. I can’t live like this, I tell myself. I just can’t. It’s not worth it…
Rose
I’ve tried to 옮기기 on with my life, I swear that I have. It’s just harder than it seems. I live my life in a daze. All I really do it sit around the house every day, doing miscellaneous chores and hobbies. The house is spotless. I’ve cleaned it over ten times in the past five days because cleaning gets my mind off the tragedy. I’ve also started drawing portraits. Jack sparked my interest in drawing with his gorgeous sketches of hands and people. I mainly sketch self-portraits, because the only other person that I am around is Cal, and I can’t stand staring at Cal’s face. I see the joyful sparkle that resides in his eyes now that he knows that Jack is dead and that he has me all to himself. I despise him, and everything that he stands for, yet I can’t leave him. Without him, I have absolutely nothing. No money, no home, no family. I have no other option.
At night, I get these horribly vivid flashbacks. I hear the blood-curdling screams of the dying souls blaring in my ears as I try to drift to sleep. I feel Jack’s tight embrace we hold onto the railing at the 상단, 맨 위로 of the ship while it slowly slides into the depths of the dark ocean. I feel as if I am back on the 타이타닉 once again. The 타이타닉 haunts my dreams. It has taken over my life. I cannot think about anything else. I feel irreparably broken.
I was cleaning out my closet this morning, and I found the dress that I had worn the night of the sinking. As I lifted it up, a small piece of paper fell out of it and fluttered to the floor. I picked it up, and as soon as I held it in my hands, I knew what it was. Meet me at the clock…