Written by Beth
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.
Jack Dawson was a man of no tears when he lived. He didnít cry when his father died when he was fifteen. He didnít cry when he lost his best friend, Eric, to a murderer, for no reason, when he was seventeen. He didnít cry when he saw a mother and her unborn child drown in the Hudson.
This all changed when he died.
During that wonderful, blissful trip on the unsinkable Titanic, before the collision with the iceberg, Jack thought himself the luckiest man in the world. He was in the company of a woman he loved and who loved him back. He could not have thought of a more amazing girl to lose his virginity to. Sure, she was seventeen and he was twenty, but he could not think of being with any other woman. He would have killed anyone for her, done anything for her, and he would have died for her.
And he did. He could have swum to a lifeboat that wasnít all the way full; he had the strength and the courage to. But then that would have left Rose all alone, and he would not do that to her, ever. She jumped, he jumped. He was too involved.
As he died, he said a prayer. He was never much of a religious person, but it seemed the right time. He prayed that Rose would have a full life, that she would survive this ordeal, and that she would never, ever forget him. Floating up to heaven, he saw her as she shook his body and repeated his name over and over again, hoping beyond hope that he was just sleeping. It broke his heart to think of how much she loved him, and how much he loved her. And he cried.
As she stepped off the ship that took her to America and told the man her name was Rose Dawson, he cried.
When she did everything they talked about--rode a roller coaster until she threw up, rode a horse cowboy style, visited Santa Monica pier, and flew a plane, he cried.
When she found out she was pregnant with his child, he cried.
When she gave birth to Andrew John Dawson, named after Jack and the builder of the ship, he cried.
When she met and married another man, he cried.
As she grew old and slowly began losing her memory, he cried.
When she was asked to recall those days on the Titanic, he cried.
When she dropped the Heart of the Ocean into the sea, he cried.
When she died quietly in her sleep like he said she would, though, he did not cry.
They were together at last.
And he would never cry again.