ROSE CALVERT
Written by Verity Thompson
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.
The soft summer breeze blew her
tendrils gently. The scent of summer flowers filled the air. The waves gently
lapped onto the short of the pure white beach. Her heart felt as though it
would break in two.
Had she made the right decision
to give herself to another man? She had done every plan they had made together
alone. Rode a horse in the surf, drank the cheap beer, rode the roller
coaster…while there, she had felt his presence the entire time. She knew he was
here with her now, just like he had been for the last eight years.
The long cold nights he had kept
her warm. When she felt she had no strength to go on, he had given her the
power to fulfill her promise to him.
When she had cried herself to
sleep for the months following the disaster, it was he who comforted her.
And now, as a single tear rolled
down her porcelain cheek and the wind picked up and wrapped its chill around
her body, she felt his arms wrap around her, too, even though she was now
another man’s wife. His presence still comforted her deeply.
She absolutely loved her life
here in Santa Monica. It was where she had called home for the last six years
and it was where she had felt the closest to him.
A small sob escaped her lips as
she leaned on the rail of the pier, looking at the deep blue ocean below her.
Despite the disaster, she still loved to gaze endlessly at the ocean.
Her engagement and wedding band
glittered in the late afternoon sunlight. The sun would soon enough be setting
on what would be her last day in Santa Monica. She would say good-bye to her
life as Rose Dawson and started a new life over as a married woman in Cedar
Rapids, Iowa. Yesterday afternoon, she had married Charles Calvert of Michigan.
A man whom she had grown to love
deeply. He had loved her in return and had wanted to start a family soon.
She, too, longed to become a
mother, but for too long she had longed for the child of the man she had loved
and lost. It was an impossible dream.
Saying good-bye to the Rose
Dawson would be one of the hardest things she would ever do. The life she had
led here were the best years of her life, but deep down, she knew she had to
continue to fulfill her promise to him.
So many times she had thought of
just giving up, almost ready to take her own life, and somehow, he had always
stopped her. His words had echoed in her mind. The immortal words, which she
would never forget--make it count.
Three simple words which had kept
her going no matter what or how weak-willed she became.
When she had married Charles, she
knew he was there at the back of the church, looking on proudly as she became
another man’s wife. Maybe he would always be with her.
The wind picked up more and she
rubbed her arms against the dusk chill. The sun had begun to set and the view
from the pier was breathtaking. She wondered if he had sat in this exact spot
back in 1910 when he had been here. If he had sat and become the much-loved
artist he was by sitting at the end of this very pier and selling his art for ten
cents a piece.
His laugh, his voice, his
words…would always be with her. He would always be a part of her.
She didn’t know when or if she’d
be back here again, so she savored each second preciously. The roller coaster
still stood tall and proud, though it had long since ceased to be used. She
remembered the first time she had ridden it after drinking five pints of beer.
Even now, her stomach churned at the memory.
Turning her attention back to the
ocean one final time, she smiled through her tears and breaking heart. She
whispered, “I love you, Jack Dawson. I always will. I promise you with all of
my heart that I will never let go.”
With that, she turned and left
the pier and the place she had once called home. Santa Monica would always have
a special place in her heart, just like Jack Dawson would. But she had to go on
and have her babies. She knew that one day she would meet Jack once again, but
for now, she would make it count.
She was once Rose DeWitt Bukater
of Philadelphia. Jack Dawson had changed her life forever, giving her the love
which would last her for eternity. He had also given her a new identity, Rose
Dawson.
But now, as she said good-bye to
Santa Monica and the life she had made there, she became Rose Calvert--the wife
of Charles Calvert and expectant mother of her little boy.
The End.