Written by Ashley Thorel
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.
Jack woke up on April 14, 1915, feeling as
though the world was on his shoulders. He had started to feel as though he had
to let Rose go, but his pain never went away. Ever since the sinking, he had
felt as though Rose was with him and was always watching over him. Rose,
help me. Please, he said to himself. In saying that, he left the house,
unknowing what today was going to bring him.
*****
Rose woke up that morning to the sound of her
two-year-old twins, Isabel and Mackenzie Dawson. "Breakfast, please,"
Isabel said. Rose looked at them and thought of their father, Jack. Isabel, or
Izzy, as people called her, had wavy blonde hair with just a hint of red in it,
Jack's blue eyes, and Rose's spirit. Mackenzie, or Kinny, as called by Izzy,
had the same wavy blonde hair, but showed no sign of Rose's red hair. When Rose
looked into Kinny's eyes, she saw Jack. Mackenzie acted like him in every way.
"All right. I'm coming," Rose said as she got out of bed. After
breakfast, she got the girls dressed and went to the park. "Come on, Kinny!
You're it!" shouted Isabel. Rose laughed to herself. Izzy sometimes
reminded her of how she used to be. Suddenly, Rose realized that Mackenzie
wasn't there. Izzy was talking to some of the other children, but Kinny was
nowhere to be found.
*****
Jack looked down at the little girl in front
of him. She looked like he did. In fact, if he didn’t know better, he would swear
she was his daughter. No. She wasn't. He hadn't been with anybody like that
except for Rose. "So, what's your name?" Jack asked Mackenzie.
"My name's Kinny," she replied.
"Where's your mother?" Jack asked.
Mackenzie pointed to a woman with long, red
hair. She had on a blue dress and seemed worried.
"She looks worried. I think you need to
go tell her you're all right," Jack said.
Mackenzie went over to Rose and Isabel.
Isabel saw that Mackenzie was all right, and she and her sister were soon
playing tag. Then Izzy bumped into Jack.
"Gee, sorry, Mister," Izzy said.
"That's okay, little girl. What's your
name?" Jack asked.
"Isabel," she replied.
"Izzy, you need to apologize to this
man," Rose said.
"Oh, that's all right..." Jack
looked up from the ground and saw Rose. "Rose, is it you?" Jack asked
as he looked up from the ground.
"Yes," she replied.
Jack looked around and saw the two girls.
"I'm glad you made life count. Good luck with your husband," Jack
said, and turned around to leave.
"Jack, they're yours," Rose said.
Jack turned around and looked at the two
little girls. They did look like he and Rose. In fact, he suddenly felt
connected to them. Suddenly, he felt his arms around Rose and knew that this
day had changed his and Rose's lives forever.
Twelve Years Later
Rose looked around the table at her family. Since
that day in the park, their lives had changed. Around her were her oldest
daughters, Isabel and Mackenzie, at age fourteen, they had started acting like
Jack. Next was six-year-old Courtney Dawson. The only thing to be said about
her was that she was practically Rose's twin. The last one was ten-year-old
Hannah Dawson. She had Rose's curls and Jack's blond hair and blue eyes, plus
his love for art. Though she had once thought that Jack was dead, her thought about
him was that he was her guardian angel, and even alive, he was. Rose had just
had another set of twins, boys. Their names were the best she could think of—Matthew
and Jack Dawson II. Simply the best names was what she thought, and now she and
Jack knew it wasn't a coincidence that they had met at the park, but instead that
it was a simple answer.
Just by fate...
The End.