Written by Marissa Rose
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.

Rose heard something in the distance, waking her up from her freezing state, not too far off from them. Someone came back. They had come back for them. They were saved. Despite the cracking of her cheeks from the frozen tears she had cried, she smiled. The smile didn't last, though, as she looked down at the face of Jack. He looked silent, peaceful almost. Nobody could be peaceful at this moment, unless...

"Jack." Rose tried to see his blue eyes again. "Jack!"

She looked toward the faint sound of her only rescue. It would only be a matter of time now, if she couldn't get help, and now her help was going the wrong way, away from her. "Come back!" she tried, in a feeble attempt to get the word across that there was, in fact, someone still living and freezing to death there. "Come back!"

She looked at Jack again. "Jack! Oh, Jack, wake up!" Still with her faint voice, she gave one last attempt. "Jack!"

He was still not responding. She let her tears burn her freezing cheeks. Of course he wouldn't be alive. Look at what he went through to save you, she thought to herself, letting more and more cold tears drop from her eyes.

"Is anyone there?" an officer yelled into the night, searching for people who would be lucky enough to survive like her, and rowing past people who weren't as lucky, like her dear Jack. She couldn't live without him. He was just teaching her how to live. She couldn't possibly do it on her own. "Hello! Is anyone there?" The voice was getting even farther away.

She let her head drop to Jack’s hands, which still had the broken metal cuffs on them, her tears making marks on the frozen metal. She remembered the last words Jack had spoken to her.

"Rose, never let go."

"Don't worry, Jack. I'll never let go." She spoke in a faint, trembling voice, kissing his hand. She sat up on the door and watched as he sank down, his face peaceful. She couldn't pull her teary eyes away from his face until he was gone into the blackness of the Atlantic Ocean to rest with the Ship of Dreams that caused her so many nightmares.

Rose looked around and spotted an officer with a whistle frozen to his mouth. She kept her eyes on him, but didn't move. She was too shaken up to move. With her eyes still locked on the officer, she let out a small wail that was painful to her frozen body. She slid off the door Jack had found for her that had allowed her to survive, but not him. She could barely feel the water, her body was already so cold.

She paddled with her legs and arms, the flotation device helping keep her feeble body above water, just like Jack had shown her.

"Anyone there?" the officer aboard the lifeboat called in one last attempt to rescue the living.

Rose got to the frozen officer with the whistle. She broke it out of his mouth and put it to hers. She took a deep breath, but didn't blow. She started to breath normally again, her tears still burning her cheeks.

Her mouth was quivering and she wanted to break down and cry. She bit her lip and slowly let the whistle fall from her hand into the water. She watched as the only life-saving object sank to the bottom with the Ship of Dreams and her Jack.

Her small, frozen frame was wracked with sobs underwater as she untied the ties on the flotation device that kept her above water. When she got to the last one, she let out a wail and wiped her nose. Her whole body was numb--not numb from the coldness, either, but numb with hatred towards herself. Promises were meant to be broken anyway, she thought. Then why does it feel so wrong?

Rose slipped her arms out of the flotation device, but still hung onto it to keep her floating until she got her words out.

"Jack! I'm so sorry, Jack," she said, sniffling. "But Jack, promises were meant to be broken. So, my dear Jack, that is why I am breaking my promise. I'm letting go to be with you, Jack."

She took a deep breath of air and pushed away the only thing keeping her afloat. Without it, she sank like a rock, like the rock her heart had become.

This is it, she thought. There is no way you can get back up anyway. You can't swim. She could feel the pressure of not being able to breathe. Drowning was even more horrible then she would have thought. She had heard about cases of people drowning, but she had always thought it would be peaceful to drown. Now though, if someone had asked her, she would have said it was the most horrible pain in the world.

Rose was far enough down now that she could see the water above, miles of it, although those miles of water that she could see were packed with lifeless bodies that were floating there, waiting for nothing. The sight made her release the little air she had left. She desperately needed to get air, but was too far gone for that, so instead, she let herself sink even further down, minutes away from being with Jack again.

Her last thought before she took a deep breath of water that was supposed to be air was, I love you, Jack, and this is why I'm doing this--to be with you. I'm sorry that I broke my promise.

At that, she took a breath of the cold Atlantic water. It filled her lungs and she could no longer think. Her eyes closed, and then there was nothing, because Rose DeWitt Bukater was with Jack Dawson once again.

*****

Rose awoke back aboard the Titanic. She had no idea what she was doing there. Only moments ago, she was sinking and about to die.

She was standing at the bow of the ship that she swore had sunk only hours before. "You broke your promise to me, Rose." She turned around to see Jack, wearing the same clothes as when the ship had sunk.

"Oh, Jack!" She clung to him and hugged him with all her strength.

"It's all right, Rose. I'm here, but you shouldn't be. You had your chance, Rose. Why didn't you take it? Rose, you can never see your mother or your family again. Do you realize what you’ve done, Rose?" Jack asked, grabbing her face and holding it close to his.

"I realize what I have done, Jack," Rose said strongly. "And I don't regret it one bit. I'm with you now. That's all I want."

Jack shook his head and laughed. "Oh, Rose, you really are a piece of work."

She smiled, and they leaned in to kiss.

The End.

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