Written by Kristin Chenoweth Love
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.
Rose lay her head upon her
pillow, tears brimming in her green eyes. Her fiery red hair, the curly flames,
framed her porcelain face. She stared at the wall ahead of her, her body
completely limp and lifeless, except for the few times she inhaled and exhaled.
It had been one year today that the Titanic sank. That Jack, the love of her
life, went down in the ocean, never to return.
Never let go, she had promised
him. Pulling herself out of his tight grip, letting him sink down to the bottom
of the ocean and knowing that there was no way to get him back, was the hardest
thing she ever had to bring herself to do. If there was one thing she could
have changed about that situation, knowing that she was going to keep her
promise to Jack and survive, it would be to bring him with her, to bring him to
a hospital, something, anything she could have done to save them both. To
pursue her dream of marrying him, starting a family, and getting lost in a
world of love that was so close to being theirs.
Every night in my dreams
I see you, I feel you
That is how I know you go on.
There wasn't a day that she
didn't think about Jack, although she rarely spoke of him. Every night at
dinner, she and her mother would sit silently and eat, not wanting to talk
about what had happened. "Why didn't you get in the boat, Rose? What in
God's name was going through that head of yours when you ran off to find that
poor, penniless, silly little boy?" her mother so desperately wanted to
ask, but didn't dare to. If she ever had, her stubborn daughter, with snippy
remarks, would merely respond, "Because I love him. Not that you would
know what love is like, Mother."
Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you go on.
Jack would always be in her
heart, forever and always. She knew that for sure. Jack's dead body lay on the
bottom of the ocean, along with the sunken Titanic, but his heart had moved on
to reunite with Rose's. She closed her eyes and let a few tears escape her
eyes. They slowly rolled down her pale cheeks. She held her hand to her heart
as she tried to picture Jack in her head. His perfect blond hair, that
flawless, toothy smile full of excitement and adventure, the way he would hold
her and tell her everything would be all right. The way he had saved her and
told her that he would jump after her in a heartbeat. You jump, I jump. That's
the way they lived.
Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on.
Never let go. That was her promise, and she would keep
it. They were together. They always would be, but never like they used to. She
couldn't touch him, kiss him, hug him, see him. Or, at least, not in front of
her. No, the only way she could see him was if she closed her eyes, let her
mind fly backwards to one year ago, and imagined him. She didn't have a picture
of him, or any sort of memory. If she had told anyone about Jack, no one would
have even remembered him, because to everyone else, there was nothing to
remember him by. To Rose, he was her hero, her love, the person who completed
the life she had left behind. He was now a memory to her, no longer a person.
For everyone else, Jack would just be a story, a story that Rose would love to
tell over and over again.
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on.
But she couldn't talk about him
out loud. She couldn't bring herself to do it, because it caused her too much
pain. She would imagine him in her head, but her mind would quickly flash to
the last time she saw him. His dead body still clinging to the floating door,
holding her hands tightly, never letting go. The way he sank to the bottom and
she saw him, falling away from her. She wished she could have changed her mind
at the last minute and grabbed him back, hoping that the lively memories that
they shared together in the past would spark some life in him and bring him
back. But nothing could, for he was gone. He had left, and Rose had promised to
survive and to never let go.
Rose Dawson. Her name alone was a reminder of the man
who had saved her from the lonely, miserable life she thought she could never
leave. He opened new doors to her, opened her eyes to the brighter side of her
life, and taught her beautiful things that she saved and still remembered to
this day. As long as she might live, a day wouldn't go by where she wouldn't
stop and mourn the death of Jack Dawson, her hero.
"Never let go," she
whispered, her voice cracking, still a bit weak from crying. "I
promise." And with that, she closed her eyes and went to sleep, continuing
the dream of Jack and her together, the one she'd been dreaming since they had
first met. Everything would be all right. She would be all right. Jack was in
her heart, and her heart would go on.
The End.