Written by Melody LZX
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.
I sometimes wondered.
Sometimes I wondered if I had
missed her while surveying the people who survived on the ship that day.
That day, I had done an
all-around survey of the people on the Carpathia, but I was too disgusted by
those…those third class people on the ship. Filthy beings they were, and so
many of them staying in the same place as us! I could not bear to look too closely,
and I did not find her.
Rose DeWitt Bukater, my
ex-fiancée, had cheated on me with a third class man.
My fists clenched. It was
humiliating to be cheated on with another man, but imagine that. She chose a
filthy, dirty, third class man over me. And she chose to whore herself, to
roger around with him in the sheets, and to allow him to draw a portrait of
her, naked, except for the diamond I gave her, which hung around her neck.
The diamond I gave her.
When I saw the picture, I was
furious, enraged. I wanted to tear the whole ship down, looking for the
adulterous pair. I wanted to kill him with my bare fists, to see him go white,
gasping for breath, and die with his eyes wide open, afraid. I wanted to teach
him a lesson.
Caledon Hockley was not one to be
fooled around with.
I looked down the list of
survivors they took down after we landed in New York, but I did not see the
name Rose DeWitt Bukater. There were several Roses on the list, but not one
Rose DeWitt Bukater. I had gone away with an empty feeling in my stomach. The
diamond had gone down with her.
Later on, I married another girl,
Theresa Deswall, but she did not have as high a social standing as Rose had,
nor did she appeal to me as much as Rose did.
I saw Rose as a challenging task,
a difficult horse that was hard to conquer. I thought I had her the first few
days on the Titanic, thought I finally had her under my control, and there was
a triumphant feeling that came with the victory. I gave her the diamond that
night, and saw it as a mark of my victory--Rose DeWitt Bukater, who refused to
listen to anyone, was finally docile.
Then I found out about him.
When I first saw him, I did not
think of him as any threat. Sure, he saved Rose, and he was almost handsome in
a scruffy kind of way. And he could almost pass for a gentleman that night at
dinner.
When I came back from cards and
found that Rose was missing, and not in her room, either, I immediately sent
Lovejoy to find her.
It was a disgrace to discover
that she had been dancing, if you call that dancing, away at a third class
party. I was embarrassed, humiliated, and I took great care to warn her the
next day.
To think she continued her
affair, and even slept with him.
Caledon Hockley had never been
insulted, and never will be.
Well, they got their punishment.
I like to think it was God’s way of punishing them that night. At least, that
was what I thought.
Until, over eighty years later, I
saw her again on television.
She could well be a fraud.
Somehow, she did not seem like one.
They were doing a documentary on
the Titanic. What was the big deal about it? Sure, over a thousand died, and it
was a great big mistake made by the fools steering the ship. Supposedly
unsinkable, and it would have been unsinkable had it not been for the fools.
Then they announced that they had
found the woman who was the woman in the picture, and taking a closer look at
that picture, I realized that it was the exact same picture that man drew on
his death night.
Then I saw her.
There was no logic, no logic at
all as to how she could still have been alive. I did not see her on the
Carpathia, nor did I see her in the lifeboats that I could see. Rose DeWitt
Bukater had died that night. Or so I thought.
I sometimes wondered whether I
had been wrong my entire life, and got cheated by her yet again, for over
eighty years.
The End.