TITANIC

[img]http://i1293.photobucket.com/albums/b587/MarielaGuerraBostock/177457_1339132065052_full_zps84dc4826.jpg[/img] [b]PROLOGUE[/b] [b]Rose's Point of View[/b] Sometimes I think I just wasted my time. Well, if time truly was what existed where I stood. And I didn't know where I stood to begin with. My life wasn't the kind of life that would happen to an ordinary person. Everything I'd ever expected never was what came by, nothing went according to plan... and sometimes, things would take dramatic swifts, and personally, I'd think life would do that for the fun of seeing my shocked reaction. It all started when I was to board the ship of RMS Titanic. And, I'd guess things happen for a reason, fate has you tied down like a slave. But in the story of my life, it wasn't a typical story you'd read in biographies, and even movies at the time. Some people can change the world, and people admire them because of that. Even changing the world has no comparison to what happened to me. Just to let you know, I cheated fate with death along it. And I got sent into a world of chaotic mess, the only way to stop it was to kill it-- fate itself. My whole world revolved around Jack, I was surprised at the many things I did to save him, and I wouldn’t regret any. Like our saying goes; you jump, I jump. But it all ended up to be all right since the start, I was living in somewhat of a dream world. With pains and tortures that never even existed, yet at the same time were as real as the memories I have from it now. And even right now, there is not grasp between reality and fantasy, well, to me. Sometimes we just have to wake up into this reality, after waking up through layers of dreams within dreams. Useless fantasy. And I await that day, until I wake up into the reality I know I belong to. It makes no sense, I know I am not even being descriptive to what exactly happened to me. But, fate is strange... it has a strange manner of acting-- life itself. It has too many surprises, just too many. And I am here to try to describe it, my poor attempt in a book of pages. Well, let’s begin from the start, where else would it begin-- surely not in the middle of nowhere. Well, it all started when I hopped off the car to board the RMS Titanic... *** "I don't see what all the fuss is about," My eyes moved to the left, past the crowd of rowdy people, to dock and sea beneath it, until reaching the entrance of the ship, I could see it... The Titanic. The way the morning sun was casting orange beams of sunlight, reflecting it across the ships surface. A long, big structure of beautiful architecture. Titanic was remarkable, surely I did know what all the fuss was about. Yet I was acting like the little brat I was brought up to be. You see, I never did feel like myself. I was nothing more but a stupid, spoiled brat. The sky was bright, as everything was illuminated by the sunlight. As if gold had been poured upon us, everyone around was devouring the beauty of this miracle. It was like this inexplicable phenomenon in everyone’s eyes, and all that we were left to do was look up in awe. Observing the view before me for a moment, I pulled my purple hat closer down my face to avoid the sun’s piercing light into my eyes. I bit my lower lip as I casted my eyes upon my soon to be husband, Caledon Hockley. His chocolate eyes met mine, the sunlight created a warm color into them, normally they'd look dull brown. "this ship doesn't look any bigger than the Mauretania." I finished my sentence, as I crossed my arms over my chest. "It's over a hundred feet longer than the Mauretania!" Replied Caledon, with great emotion in his voice, and face. Something he admired, whenever he admired something he would talk about it with all the emotion in the world.

[b]PROLOGUE CONTINUES[/b] I stood there, starring at the grand ship before me, as the world around me continued to revolve. Boisterous people, the laughter, the conversations, the way they waved at their loved ones already in the ship, I just stood there as I waited for my mother to hop off the car. My mother did, hoping off in the most elegant manner she could manage. Her puffy dress fluffed with the wind. Caledon helped her off. "Your daughter is far too difficult to impress." He had told her with a chuckle, I observed the way he crinkled his lips up to form the uncanny smile only he could make. For some odd reason, always reminded me of a cat's mischievous smirk. You see, that was what I meant by, I never felt like myself. Cal's words echoed throughout my head, and I just wanted to tear myself apart with annoyance at their reactions. I hated being so selfish, deep down inside I wasn’t that girl at all. But no matter what, I kept on doing it. And the more I did, the more I hated myself. I never understood why it was so hard to stop, possibly because all I needed was someone to love me and change me into the girl I was behind the mask. My mother laughed in return. She pulled her hat closer towards her face as her grey-blue eyes scanned the surrounding. "This ship is supposed to be unsinkable?" She asked. "It is so, even God Himself cannot sink it!" Caledon replied. All our bags and luggage were dumped on the floor, beside me. And a man approached along with another man to take all our luggage. And just for you to get a clear idea of how much luggage we had, I mean two extra cars filled with pure luggage. Then finally, we began to walk through the crowd of uproarious people. So many faces, so much noise. They all were as close to the ledge of the sea as possible, waving to their dear loved ones already aboard. There was no space at all-- to be able to slide through all these people, it was a quite difficult task. What was I doing here in the first place? That was all I thought, as I continued showing the world a shell of a girl, whom was I. I never wanted to come here. Yet, it was the ship of dreams, well to everyone else. But to me, it was a slave ship. Taking me back to America in chains. Outwardly, I was everything a well brought up girl should me... but inside, I was screaming. I had my arm on Caledon's, as I made my way through the white bridge, the ocean underneath. I kept my other hand along the white painted rail, sliding my fingers through the cool surface. My eyes were still on the dark blue waves below me. I was walking into the entrance of the Titanic. I should've been filled with joy, but instead. I felt nothing. I turned my face around to Trudy, my maid. “My coat?” I asked softly as I met her gaze. “I have it right here, Rose.” Trudy replied. I shot her a slight smile, as I turned my eyes back to what laid in front of me. I ducked my head, hoping my purple fancy hat won't slip off as I made my way under the mahogany door of the luxurious ship. There I was, walking into the ship of dreams. Little did I know my whole life would have changed, on this very ship. [b]P.S:[/b] Am using a phone to type this so bear with me...

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Uhmmm loving it already.... When i watched dis Movie i cried... Nd yes.. I've watched it abt trice nw... Its so romantic..... I knw u re gonna do justice 2 it like evry of ur stories.... Keep dah fire burning

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[b]Jack's Point of View[/b] I had just won third class tickets to the now sailing ship of Titanic. That was all that was running through my head as I stared at the wooden table, unbelievably. Was I dreaming? Was this truly reality? It took a moment for the comprehension of what had just happened to flow in. "I'm sorry, Fabrizio." I had said to my friend. Decided to pull a good joke on him, let us see how he reacted. I turned my eyes towards him, meeting his confused eyes still on the poker cards in his hands. He shot me a confused, angry face and began babbling nonsense in Italian. I smiled, "I'm sorry, but you aren't going to see your mother in a long time." His expression suddenly switched from being an angry Italian, to a grinning Italian. "'Cause we're going to America!" My voice drifted into a loud excited shout, as I slammed my hand onto the wooden table, and watched as our faces illuminated with happiness. I must admit, we went a bit too far at how crazy we went that moment. We stood on our feet and began yelling like mindless people. Rubbing our tickets on the losing team's faces. "Whoohoho!" I yelled as Fabrizio and I began to jump and hop around the table. But suddenly, the joy was all over, as fast as a blink's eye, Olaf grabbed my collar and pulled my face close, and he mumbled words. Words I did not even understand. His face was up so close, I could see his wrinkles, his disgusting yellow teeth, I could smell his breath-- disgusting. I ducked my face as I watched his fist coming towards me, but then Olaf threw his fist towards Sven instead. I could see how disappointed they were at losing, I kind of even felt bad for them. They lost their tickets to the Titanic, the biggest ship ever built. Now, instead Fabrizio and I won their tickets. We were the lucky bastards now. I turned around to look at Fabrizio, and the laughing crowd. We began to laugh all together. "Figlio di puttana!" Fabrizio laughed, as he cursed in Italian. He raised his thick brown eyebrows, deep emotion on his face, along with a shrug of shoulders and a raise of hands. He always used gestures only Italians used. He was my closest friend, I had met him when I moved from Austria to Italy. You see, I always made my way through country after country. It was how people were meant to live, appreciating the world around them. Not staying in one place forever. That was called not living at all. I grabbed the two yellow tickets from his hand, and kissed the sweet smelling piece of paper. It smelt of victory. "I'm going home!" I shouted, then grabbed Fabrizio into a great big hug. We let go, but the fuss continued. "I'm going to America!" Fabrizio shouted, in a deep Italian accent. People starred, actually stopped what they were doing to look at us. I did not care, though. I knew I was calling a lot of attention with all the shouting, and jumping. But this second, just once in my life, I felt like I could do whatever I wanted and not even care. I could even walk around naked and not care-- I was that happy. Then, out of the blue, an old looking man from across the room began to speak. "No, mate. Titanic sets off in five minutes!" He pointed at the clock on the wooden wall, the bright sunshine casted a shimmering reflection upon the glass of the clock. I squinted my eyes as I tried to read the numbers. The sun was too bright, but I could the black narrow hand of the clock point to eleven, the other on fifty five. It was enough to see that we'd be late, if we don't run now. My heart began to sink.

My eyes moved from the people below, to the sky, and back down to the sea beneath us. As I continued to yell nonsense into the air. I could feel the ship finally start moving, the loud horn of the Titanic soared throughout the air around us. And my heart sank into a pool of happiness. I was really here, my dreams had come true. A poor, unimportant boy in a luxurious ship of dreams. And it truly was, a ship of dreams. From a simple game of cards, I bet on the tickets... And god was by my side, we won! I am one lucky bastard! *** I clutched onto my heavy bag, as I paced across the narrow corridor, mumbling under my breath, "Three-sixteen, three-sixteen..." Where is that goddamn room? I kept my eyes on the shiny white walls as I kept on walking. Until finally, I stopped walking, and stood in front of the door with the numbers printed on it: 316. I placed my hand on the door knob, as I opened the door. I stepped in, into a room with already two people in it. Without thinking, I said, "Hey, how are you all doing, I'm Jack," I let out my hand for the man to take, the one sitting on the bed, the man only stared at it. I walked on, towards the other man. "I'm Jack Dawson," I told him. He shook my hand, as I mumbled the words, "How are you doing," I dumped my bags onto the ground as I looked up at Fabrizio, already on the top bunk bed. "Hey... who says you get top bunk!" I laughed, he laughed in return as I playfully punched him. I ducked my head under the top bed, as I sat down on the lower one. "Where's Sven?" Asked the man to his other friend. I laughed quietly to myself. So there I was, finally catching my dream. And this time, I wouldn't let it slip out from my grasp.

I glanced over back towards Fabrizio, as I mouthed the word, "Shit!" We hurried with all the speed we could manage, to carry on and get everything we needed. Then, we ran across the room and out the door in complete frenzy, through the crowds of people, passing by obstacles, and even horses, to finally get to the entrance, panting under our breaths, we slid through the white bridge like racing soaps sliding on water, I did not even care about how many people tumbled upon me, and fell onto the floor. I finally made it. "Wait, wait, wait! We're passengers!" I cried aloud as I reached out my hand towards a man inside the entrance of the ship, hair pulled back with gel, dressed with formal clothing. The door was already closing, but we made it just before. I reached out my hands holding the tickets for the man to take. The man reached out his hand, and took them, then his eyes drifted back to ours coldly. "Have you been through the inspection crew?" He asked. Come on, come on, there is no time! "Of course!" I shouted. "Anyway, we don't have any lice... we're Americans, both of us!" I said. I could feel the sweat trickling down my forehead from all the running, as my caramel hair fell over my face. "Right, come aboard." The man motioned us into the ship, Fabrizio and I jumped in like jumping into heaven-- and that was what we were doing, jumping into heaven. We ran across the room, all the rich and fancy people looking up at us, at the sudden movement. Oh, I didn't care... I didn't care what they might’ve been thinking, all I cared about was that I was actually here! We raced across the narrow corridor, tumbling over people. "We're the luckiest sons of bitches in the world, you know that!" I cried out with all the excitement in my voice could afford. Before I knew it, we raced across the ship until reaching the deck, there were so many people, I made a narrow space between the crowd to pull my feet onto the rail white bars and with all my might, I yelled to the crowds of people below us, "Goodbye!" No one was there, watching me, I wasn't waving to anyone in particular, but heck, I was so god damn happy that, that wasn’t the point. We looked like two complete idiots, but it was pure happiness. The sun was setting, casting an orange lining to every single person here. And there were so many! I just could not believe the joy I was experiencing. I was scared that I might wake up to find myself in my bed as usual. No, but this was reality. It had to be. And you know what, I was waving at Southampton, giving out my dear farewells to England and a hello to United States. A great new start into a new life, there were so many ideas of what to do once I arrived. I was so excited I couldn’t even think! "You know somebody?" Yelled Fabrizio, but I could hardly hear him from all the noise. "Course not, but that not the point!" I yelled in return, casting my eyes on him, until moving them back towards all the people below. "Goodbye! I'll miss you!" I screamed with all my might. "I will never forget you!" Followed Fabrizio. Our voices were just two more into the voices of 2,200 passengers aboard on the Titanic now. Laughing followed, as I held on tight, swaying my body closer towards the rail to look down. The rail worked well enough to help me avoid falling.

Let it keep rolling...

Safe trip 2 U.S..... Eeemmm..... Hope sey u qo spend ur time 4 U.S wella cos I no sabi dis 1 wey u dey jump wt hpy_ness like froq wey enter cool water so..... Lolz.....

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Am So sorry I didn't call the attendance on time. @lawman u are invited too Thanks. Am gonna need a full time reading dis. Thumbs up bro.

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Invite me, invite me, invite me! NO I AM JUST KIDIN WHERE ARE TEY INVITED TO?OOPS JUST UPDATE NOW

Nah register long like dis??? Ogbeni!!! Coolval is rich o... @Shaxee was dat last part supposed 2 come b4 d episode telling us aw Jack was searching 4 his room??? Cos i actually thought he was searching 4 room 316 when he was already on board..

Yeah, you right @Tenniebenson

[img]http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfZBjUD9LZw/T3UeaU8mFVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Dw1CYAhzwr4/s640/Kate+Winslet+at+Titanic+Movies.jpg[/img] [b]Rose's Point of View[/b] My eyes fell on the paintings held in my pale hands. "This room needs more color." I said, starring pleasantly at the painting. There I was, helping to decorate an empty room to be turned into a magnificent luxury, for only a week. The walls were a shiny mahogany color, carved with interesting patterns. There were flowers and mirrors, as I caught my reflection from the back of my eye. Enough to see my red curly hair. "God, not those paintings again? They certainly were a waste of money..." I heard Caledon's voice from across the room. I turned around, to see the silhouette of my husband. The bright shinning sun from behind him. He held a cup of alcohol in his hands, his back leaning against the door's ledge. "The difference between Caledon's taste and mine, is that I have some." I said aloud, turning my eyes back to the painting held in my hands. I walked towards an empty leather couch, and placed them there. I took a step back. "They're beautiful, makes you feel as if you were in a dream or something." I was speaking to Trudy, who was helping me decorate the room. Trudy was more like a friend to me, sometimes I'd love to speak to her like a best friend would. But I have done that before, and to Cal's eyes-- it was respect lost towards me. And it's literal. "What's the artist's name?" Trudy asked me, she had a high pitched voice, her dark eyes directed on the painting. "Something... Picasso." I replied as I scurried onto the other side of the room. Caledon took a sip from his cup, then said mockingly with his deep voice, "Something Picasso, ha... At least they were cheap." I was already standing on the carpeted floor of what will be my room, for one week. It blew my mind at how beautiful everything was. The walls had tinted gold swirls contrasting the dark brown-red colored walls, the sunshine spilled in and the walls glowed. I heard footsteps from behind me, turning my eyes around, I caught gaze with Trudy. She had a wide grin across her face, she had such an expression, it looked as if she were forcing the excitement to stay inside. But she couldn't hide it. Trudy and I were alone, and that was when our friendship was truly able to exist. "It smells so brand new," She told me, as she dragged a box towards the corner of the room. Her eyes were directed up, upon me. I had lifted my fingers from the cool frame of the painting, to meet eyes with Trudy. I began to smile from her appreciation of this ship, sometimes I'd wish I could be as good hearted as her. As free from greed, as innocent as could be. "I mean, just to think that tonight... when I crawl between the sheets, I'll be the first!" I began to chuckle, "Oh Trudy." I said. The ground suddenly began to shake as footsteps swept across the air, Cal's voice filled the room. Killing the only thing that could make me smile. "And tonight when I'll crawl between the sheets, I'll still be the first." Both our eyes were on Cal's presence. My heart suddenly felt like grape dried into a raisin. I could tell at how intimidated Trudy felt when Cal was around. Cal tilted his head, motioning Trudy to leave. "Excuse me, miss." Trudy's nervous little whisper was the last thing I heard until Cal and I were alone. The door was shut closed, Cal approached me in slow footsteps. I felt the warmth in his body as he wrapped his arms around me. "The first and only," He said softly, into my ear as he held onto my body from the back. You see, I never actually knew as a fact if I truly loved Cal. No, that shouldn’t be. That was only an un-existing doubt. Of course I loved Cal, I was to spend the rest of my life with him. I reached over towards his face and kissed his cheek. But why did I feel like my movements were being forced? *** That afternoon, a woman came aboard named Margarette Brown, we all called her Molly. She joined our group of friends, but mother would call her "new money". An over sized, short woman with a disgusting accent. She dressed in the most exaggerated manner. With the most exaggerated hats and dresses that did not even fit her unappealing appearance. She was a strange woman, really. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind, and I got the sense most people around me didn't like that of her. She was quite different, and I, myself wasn't so sure if I'd like her as well. Some comments of her's made me want to bite my lip from saying something. While in others, I felt a connection to her. The weather was lovely, but I was still just furious about being there that moment. I didn't want to leave my home in England, I never wanted to come to America. There was nothing I could do now though... as we were steaming west from the coast of Ireland, with nothing out ahead of us, but ocean.

[img]http://v3mm.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Titanic.png[/img] [b]Jack's Point of View[/b] Fabrizio and I had not stopped with all the excitement, we continued shouting like madmen, laughing like crazy people, and rushing through the ship like insane people. Yes, I just described what we were doing by using synonyms of crazy. And that was what we were... Crazily happy. The deck was empty, the horizon clear of any city, mountains, or boats. It was all just the blue sea. The wind blew on my face as I ran towards the end of the ship. Fabrizio followed behind me, copying my crazy manner of acting. I placed my hands on the white railing, as I looked up ahead at the horizon. It looked like a line, painted across the sky. The sky consisted of so many colors, like a rainbow- red, blue, orange, yellow. The waves were bright with many shades of turquoise. The wind seemed to have been affecting everyone, everything. The waves swept gracefully like racing horses, people's hair flew like waterfalls, and our clothes swept with the wind. This wind affected everyone, and it caressed my face, as I stumbled up to place my feet on the rails at the very end part of the ship. Where its structure ended in a triangle sort of shape, and I was standing on the very point. I screamed like a mad man. "Whoooo whoooo!" I yelled, I closed my eyes and spread out my arms. I could feel this feeling inside of me, almost consume every other feeling I felt, to be left feeling only pure joy. Sadness did not even exist. Everything had an orange glow to it, it all looked magical. I listened to the sound of it all- the waves, the wind. I felt it inside of me. I felt so free, like never before in my life. Casting my eyes to the blue waves below, I saw it- dolphins. They jumped up towards the air, until returning back to the ocean surface, creating splashes of white. I could hear their squeaking from up here. They seemed to have been giving a show to us. "Look at the dolphins! Do you see them! Look how they jump!" I laughed, leaning my body forward, I pointed my finger at the dolphins. Fabrizio laughed. "They almost look like us, jumping around like crazy!" He had said. I turned my eyes back on Fabrizio, feeling the wind blow my hair onto my face. "Yes, you're right... you're right." I told him. A small pause of silence followed, where I was staring at the golden horizon in front of me, The wind caressed my face. It was hard to keep my eyes open from the breeze. Freedom, this feeling of freedom washed through me. I felt as if I were flying, soaring through the sea, almost as if I were trying to catch the sun. The tranquility died out, when I suddenly began to scream, "I'm the king of the wooooorld!" I listened to my echo revolve around me. And I opened my eyes once more, yet it was hard to keep them open. As the wind blew so harshly. But, it didn't feel so harsh at all, actually. It seemed to liven me up, it seemed to remind me that I am alive and I only live once. So I shall make this once, enough. I turned my eyes to Fabrizio, to see him laughing without any stop. That evening, we continued laughing and screaming, continued living this amazing life God has granted to us. I cannot believe how there is so much misery, stress, and problems in the world. It is so easy, if you think about it... So easy to just focus only on the beautiful things in life, as I am doing now. I've never felt better, and I will always remember this technique to make myself feel the best, forever.

Nyc one,welldone shaxee

@T-DAK, ese, nagode, daalu, merci, thanks for finding me worthy.

Dis is a captivating story.

I hope he can feel better forever....but.. What a beautiful beginning with beautiful people but cal..'s ugly remark ruin everything (even God cannot sink it).choi!... God no go sink the ship of our life(s)... Amin o

@charliebry reason it yourself, cal said even God himself cannot sink the ship which means there is no God in their journey, and when it appeal to be trouble how do you expect God tohelp, when cal have already said the impossible words....

Foolish Cal...Welldone @Shaxee

/"God cannot even sink it"/ I think dat was d reason d ship eventually sank

According 2 history.... It wasn't only cal' dat said God cannot sink it.... D maker of d ship called Titanic said so himself when he was been interviewed... After d success of constructing d ship... Dey asked him how strong it is... Nd he laughed nd said... "its so strong nd will last..even God himself cannot sink it".... Nd dat was why cal said.. "it is so even God himself cannot sink it" nd God showed dem his power...

Wooow nice story thanks T-DAK

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[img]http://www.filmhdwallpapers.com/files/movie/Titanic-Rose-HD-Wallpapers.jpg[/img] [b]Rose's Point of View[/b] A shell of a girl. That is what I was, and what I was showing the world around me I was. A bitter, arrogant girl. I masked every single true feeling away, I masked myself entirely. I showed people someone who is not me, yet, I couldn't stop- even if it was causing so much suffering. I was not happy. Not with my soon to be marriage, not with my riches, not with my life. I was a spoiled little bitch, that was what I was. I only allowed cold, ugly feelings eat me up. And I could feel it now, the chewing inside, until I am nothing. That day would come soon, when my feelings eat me up completely. But then, why should I be sad? I had it all, everything someone could ask for? What I didn't have was myself. A clear image of who I was, the world around me blurred everything from my sight. I did not even know who I was back in my younger days. Everyone should have a clear image of their past, but not I. I ignored the conversation at the table, by the open window. All I knew is that the conversation consisted of Titanic and how they made it, and that the designers of the very Titanic were sitting here with us. A topic I did not care of. I closed myself in my own little world of thoughts and feelings as I always did. In fact, I cared so little I took out a cigarette and began to smoke, blowing all the smoke onto all the people's faces. They looked at me in disgust, I returned the look. My mother reached her face closer towards mine, the sunlight from behind illuminated her face, casting a white lining. She wore a fancy hat, and her eyes were vivid blue and round. "You know I don't like that, Rose." She told me. I moved my green eyes towards her, and blew all the smoke onto her face. She blinked, and turned her eyes away. I felt as Caledon reached out his hand towards my cigarette and took it away. "She knows." He had said. I turned my eyes towards him, and gave him a bitter look. A waiter approached, and asked us what we'd like to eat. Caledon replied for me, "We'll both have the lamb," He told the formal Waiter, his hair pulled back with gel, dressed with a formal attire. "rare, with very little sauce." He added. Why would Caledon decide to chose what I'd like to eat? Ever since I'd been engaged to him, it feels as if my life had been thinning out on freedom. Feels like every decision that needs to be taken in my life is taken by Caledon instead. And he doesn't even listen to what I have to say, no one does. Actually, no one knows who I truly am to begin with! No one pays attention or even cares. I mean nothing to anyone at all. "You like lamb, don't you Rose?" Caledon asked me. And the lies returned. I only smiled widely at him. Molly, the unpleasant woman began to speak. "You're going to cut her meat there too, Cal?" She laughed. See? That is exactly why I dislike her, and everyone at this table. I looked at her for a moment, as she suddenly changed the topic. And that there too- is why I'd rather be dead than being here at this table. Everyday is the same thing. I just cannot stand it anymore. "Hey, uh... who thought of the name Titanic?" Molly changed the subject. "Was it you, Bruce?" She casted her eyes to the man with the mustache sitting at the other end of the table. I actually listened to what the conversation was. What was I doing here, I felt like an outcast. Everything they said irritated me beyond belief. I couldn't stand it. "Yes, actually... I wanted to convey size, and size means stability, luxury, and above all, strength." He said, using his hand gestures and emotion in his deep voice. And that was when I made the worst decision I could have ever made. "Do you know of doctor Frued, mister Ismay, his ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be a particular interest to you." I said, with a terribly bitter voice. The words had slipped out of my lips without even a proper notice. I had just grown tired of these people, of everyone, of this feeling of an outcast. And although by saying these words, it was supposed to help the locked up anger go out, it made me feel even worse. Embarrassment. But, should I truly be embarrassed? Maybe I should just be glad I had said something. I turned my eyes toward's Molly, and I caught her laughing face. I couldn't believe this little bitch. I scanned everyone sitting at the table, they all had the same expression Molly had. As I had said, I do not belong here. "What's gotten into you?" My mother whispered to me, her face reached down towards me. I had the urge to spit on her pretty little powdered face. I looked at her, with no response. I looked away as I dumped the soft white fabric of the napkin on the table, and pulled myself to my feet. "Excuse me," I said aloud before I began to walk away from the table. And hopefully I could walk way from them forever.

[img]http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyvsdstwh31qkrxqro1_400.jpg[/img] [b]Jack's Point of View[/b] The world around me, the people- kept on revolving. This amazing ship made us all happy. I heard the laughter, I saw the smiles, I heard their voices, and I could feel it in me, the same way. And that made me think, if people's emotions are contagious, then I wondered... did I pass people my happiness? My positivity? The world would be such a better place. The sun still clung onto the horizon, the shadows were casted towards the left. The sun was directly looking at us. If you were to draw a line from the sun- to here, it'd be a horizontal line without moving any higher nor lower. Everything around me was screaming at me, letting me know how beautiful this all was. This was the first time I had ever experienced such luxury. I was amazed. And I looked up, to the daughter and father in front of me. The way the man held his daughter in his arms, looking at the view around us. The way the wind blew on their faces, the emotions and expressions on their faces, you could see it all on their very face. The love and connection they had to each other. I held a pencil in my hands, sketching the very sight of them. I like to sketch, as you can see. I sketch people, I sketch moments. My whole mind and world was on my drawing, but I heard the back world as well. As Fabrizio began having a conversation with a man there. "The ship is nice isn't it?" Fabrizio said, with his humorous Italian accent. "Oh, yes, an Irish ship as well." The young man replied, he himself was Irish as well. He had a very noticeable accent. "It's English, isn't it?" Fabrizio asked. "No, it's from Ireland! Fifteen thousand Irishmen built this ship." He told Fabrizio. The Irishman casted his eyes towards the elegantly dressed people with their dogs, I turned my eyes towards him as he began to speak. "Well, that's typical. First class people walking their dogs down here for them to take a shit." I laughed at his comment, "It lets us know what we rank in the scheme of things." I said, feeling the wind blow on my hair. Annoyingly, blowing it onto my face. "Like I could forget?" The man replied, letting out the smoke from his cigarette. He had his feet crossed, hand held on the rail. A calm, humorous expression on his face. I let out a small laugh, and soon enough, he introduced himself to me. I was sitting on a bench, my back to the view behind me. He was standing, but then he reached his body towards me as I let go of the pencil to take his hand. "I'm Toby Ryan." He had said. I met his eyes, and scanned his face. Curly hair, thick cheeks. I took his hand and shook it. "Jack Dawson." I smiled at him. He moved his hand toward my friend, and he shook it. "Fabrizio." He told Toby. His gaze locked on my direction, as he began to have a conversation with me. "Do you make any money with your drawings?" He asked me. I held my eyes on him for a moment, until I noticed something... someone- who caught my eye. Just from behind him, on the upper part of the ship, the sun was casting rays and beams of orange light reflecting it across the white surface. There, was walking a young lady- about the age of 18, with red auburn curly hair pulled into a bun, she had pale skin, and a beautiful face. Actually, the reason she caught my eye was at how beautiful she was. She looked like no other woman. I could say, myself... the most beautiful woman I had ever met. she wore a soft green dress, but she had an odd expression. She walked towards the rail and looked at the horizon. I only kept staring up at her. The sun casted a golden lining to her face and body, the wind blew her beautiful red curls to flow behind her like a waterfall. It flew so perfectly, and gracefully. I lost myself entirely in the image of this beauty.

All I could hear around me were blurred voices, laughter, and the sound of playing children. I heard the sound of the ocean, the wind, but my attention was on this woman. Looking like a fool in front of Toby's eyes. He turned around, looking what I was staring at. He smiled, raised his eyebrows as he said, "Forget it, boyo. You'd as like have angels fly out o' yer arse as get next to the likes o' her.. " He laughed, using strange Irish words. But still, my eyes were kept on her. I tried to move them back towards Toby, but as if they were a magnet, they stayed on her beautiful face. I was such a fool... She was back lit by the golden sunshine, the blue-yellow sky behind her. Almost looked like a canvas of colors- blue, red, orange, and yellow. Perfect for a drawing, the way the sunset looked from behind her. She moved her eyes, and met mine. For a quick moment only, she turned her eyes away. But then back again, towards me. Fabrizio waved a hand in front of me, I heard his laughing. But I ignored the outside world, as I saw a man approach her. He grabbed her briskly, and forced her to look at him in the eyes. Just at the sight of that man, I saw how her dreamy expression fell. Her face fell, crumbling like a raisin, losing all its juice- no longer a grape. She began to walk away quickly, leaving him behind. But soon enough, the man caught up. "Just saw an angel?" The voice shook me awake from my world, I blinked and turned my eyes on Toby. My eyes focused, as the blurriness faded. I laughed in return, "I just saw an angel."

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[img]http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fIgE7M-rqV4/T0_gDpM1VBI/AAAAAAAAiT0/sXbzM7OfmG4/s1600/titanic.jpg[/img] [b][size=20pt]Rose's Point of View[/size][/b] I saw my whole life as if I'd already lived it... an endless parade of parties and cotillions, yachts and polo matches... always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter. I felt like I was standing at a great precipice, with no one to pull me back, no one who cared... or even noticed. I sat there, my eyes held only on the plate in front of me. I just sat there, barely listening to the inconsequential babble around me. I was lost in my thoughts, in my feelings. I had no point to living whatsoever. I was so alone, so lonely. This feeling, how could I describe it. How could I rid myself from it? Ban myself from any possible feeling. Strip all this soft, worthless misery away from my existence. I wanted to be pure, I wanted to be free. I wanted to pretend I never had felt anything at all, to begin with. I was only living in my fantasy, I was only hopeful. Hoping one day I would be free, and happy. That I wouldn't be in chains bound in a life I did not belong to. But nothing came after all. Actually, I felt a raging fire inside of me, wish I could clutch my fists at the feeling, and when I opened my hands, I open them to see the feeling. Dead as gone. I don't like myself. I don't like who I am. When I see my reflection in the mirror, I see another girl staring right back at me. One I don't recognize, one that I can't possibly accept is me. I hide everything with just a smile. It's incredible what you can hide with a smile. I wanted to get out of this nightmare right now. If only I could believe this was all a bad dream and soon I would wake up from it, and I'll wake up in a happy, perfect life. I felt lonely, but it was really because no one knew that I felt lonely, that was why I was lonely. Oh I know, it makes no sense at all. But, no one sees from under my mask. It's like a shadow- this pain I carry. It followed me wherever I went. And when I tried to runaway, I was left with no where to run to. It was always there. My mother once told me my attitude is why no one likes me. But how could I let her know that this "attitude" isn't even who I am? And when I did try to speak my thoughts and feelings, I was left talking to the wall. Little did she know that those words ripped my heart out. Little did she know how sensitive I truly was. Everything I felt, everything I wanted to avoid, the world around me only set itself in a way to allow those fears to come and happen. It was killing me inside. Killing me. Death. Why did death sound so desirably to me? Why did it feel like the only way out? I didn't want to face anyone. I wanted to just run away and hide and never come back. I didn't want anyone to see me. As I only showed the world a girl who isn't me. When I truly was myself was when I was alone. Funny, everything I was saying, everything I was feeling made no sense at all. I told myself I could live without friends. I could get used to the pain, I could just live without understanding people, with friends. I didn't need friends in my life, I didn't need anyone. Somehow, I felt as if my life was reaching an end. I wanted it to, and for some reason... I didn't know what was going on with me anymore. I didn't know what I was feeling. I just wanted to end my life. I could close my eyes and picture perfectly the life I wanted to live. I could close my eyes and reach out my hands as if to touch this dream. But when I open my eyes again, the dream vanishes before me. Left reaching out to nothing at all. I had this dream life planned out in my head, I had this desire for freedom. And now I asked, how is it supposed to come? How could I have such a life. There's no way out, how could I get such a life when I am such a ruined girl now? Already, I have got my whole life planned ahead of me. I am to marry a man I do not even love, each night there a party, the people around me just annoy me to death. I just felt like I did not belong anywhere. I felt like I wanted to fly, but the chains kept me down.

Death, a dark blackness for an eternity. Where freedom is "free". Where you can fly without anything pulling you down, where you can dream without society telling you it's impossible. Where you finally feel complete. I'll have it one day, I'll have this freedom... if I simply stopped breathing. I stared at the shiny white plate on top of the cloth covered round table. I could see my reflection, blurred by the chandeliers over my head. They were hundreds of people around me, I could hear the classical music playing, I could hear blurred voices- conversations. I could feel all the life around me. Why was it I was the only one who wasn't alive? I know, oh I know... It is in my fate to be dead. My birth wasn't written in the stars like everyone else. I was an accident to the universe. I did not belong here. I belonged to be dead. I hate who I am. And I am not willing to carry this pain any longer. I do not belong here, and I am to go where I do belong- freedom. I held a fork in my pale fragile fingers, but hadn't eaten anything. I felt this raging anger fill up inside me, eating away any other feeling. I clutched my fingers tightly on the cool silver. I stared at my bare arm placed atop of my lap, and I stared for a long time. Without even noticing, I passed my hand under the table, and began to pick the pale, marble colored skin of my arm. I kept poking, and with each movement, harder and harder. I didn't know why this created satisfaction. I didn't understand it. I poked each time even harder, until I saw dark thick red blood trickle out. Little, very little. But enough to make me feel something- rather than nothing at all. I watched as my vision grew blurry, as I blinked the tears away. I pulled myself to my feet. "Excuse me," I mumbled softly, with my eyes turned down. I didn't even wait for a response, as I rushed across the large fancy restaurant. I walked along the corridor. A steward came the other way, he came up to me to greet me, I nodded with a slight smile. I was perfectly composed. I entered my room. Stood in the middle, staring at my very own reflection in the large vanity mirror. Just stood there, breathing in the cool air, watching the room- the way the moonlight casted a milky tone to everything. I just stood there motionless. Until, I broke down. With a primal, anguished cry I clawed at my throat, ripping off my pearl necklace, which set off exploding across the room. Small little beads of white pearls flew arcross the room. In a frenzy I teared at myself, my clothes, my hair... then attacked the room. I flung everything off the dresser as it flew clattering against the wall. I hurled out a hand mirror against the vanity, I turned my eyes up back at the vanity, panting. I saw the cracks, I heard the shatter. I was screaming, with salty tears spilling out my eyes, down my cheeks. The rage in me just wouldn't die out, I found there was no escape. No escape to make me feel better, but death. I ran along the deck promenade. I looked disheveled, my auburn hair flying. I was crying, my cheeks streaked with tears. But above all, I was angry, furious! Shaking with emotions I didn't understand... hatred, self-hatred, desperation. A strolling couple watched me as I passed. Shocked at the emotional display in public I was showing. But I did not care, not about anything that I used to feel was of to care for. Not anymore, I was to end it all- so I could forget it all. I casted my eyes upon the dark horizon, with the stars illuminating the night sky. The moon. The dark waves looked like sharp shards of ice- of death. They seemed to be calling me.

I continued rushing past people with staring faces, until I found myself in the very end of the ship. The wind hit my face, hurt like shards of ice. I stared at the shinning moon, it shined like a beacon in the darkness. I listened to the waves, to the wind. I was so cold, so alone. I took a slow step forward, then I dragged my other foot along the ships floor, and began to run again. I slammed myself against the base of the stern flagpole and clung there, panting. I stared out at the black water. Then I began to climb over the railing. I had to hitch my long dress way up, and climb in a clumsy manner. Moving methodically as I turned my body to get my heels on the white-painted gunwale, my back to the railing, facing out towards blackness. 60 feet below me, are the massive propellers that are churning the ocean into white foam, ghostly wake trails off toward the horizon. I casted my eyes below me, and there I saw the letters, "TITANIC". Titanic, the ship of dreams. To me it felt the opposite, Titanic- the ship of death. I was so afraid, my lips trembled at the taste of my salty tears. I had no idea what I was doing, surely it was the right choice- it had to be. I leaned out, my arms straightening... looking down hypnotized, into the vortex below me. My dress and hair were lifted by the wind of the ship's movement. I was panting, breathing in the freezing wind. It felt like my throat was frozen and stuck. No feeling could ever escape from my throat now, the only escape is death. I continued starring, thinking if this was the right choice. It surely was, it had to be. It had to be done! I closed my eyes, and stopped panting, as I took in a deep breath. I felt my palms grow sweaty, soon enough they would slip off the railing and into the waves below. "Don't do it!" Someone from behind me yelled, a young man's voice. The voice had an American accent, someone was behind me. Someone was stopping me. I turned around to feel the wind blow on my face. I met eyes with a young boy, still had a boy's face. A handsome young man about the age of 18. "Stay back!" I cried out. Caramel, light brown hair, brushed loosely to the side. Bangs fell over the side of his face, but they aren't actually bangs.. angled cut layers that only made his sharp, handsome features more noticeable. Round eyebrows, small stretched almond eyes. Shimmering light turquoise iris. A combination of blue and green. Like the soft sea green waves. His nose is perfect, but slightly, but very unnoticeable round. But barely, by his nostrils. His lips were thick, all his features and characteristics beautifully proportioned perfectly on his face. His face was heart-shaped. With a sharp jaw. A handsome face. The way the moonlight lit his his face, the way he reached out his hand. But I felt annoyed by his presence. I did not want anyone to stop me, more importantly... I wanted to be alone. "Come on, I'll pull you back up." He said, as he took a few more steps closer towards me. I did not want to be saved, I did not want anything now. My life was set for its end, as I continued to pant, I gasped out, "Stay away!" Our eyes met. He kept on walking towards me. I observed his face, the faint glow from the stern running lights casted an orange glow. "I mean it! Come any closer, and I'll let go!" I cried out. His footsteps stopped for a brief moment, as I casted my eyes towards the dark blue waves, then back to the young man's face. I watched as he walked beside me, and dumped his hands into the pockets of his pants. "No you won't." He had told me. I scrunched my eyebrows together creating a look of perplexity. "What do you mean no I won't? Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do. You don't know me!" I told him, suddenly annoyed at the way a stranger decided to step in and control my life.

All I craved for was freedom, and this was the only way. He turned his body towards me, as he had been standing staring at the horizon. He shrugged his shoulders and casted his eyes to the ground for a brief second, "Well," He began, suddenly turned his eyes back on my face. "you would have done it already. Now come on, take my hand." He reached out his hand for me to take. I stared at his hands for a second, confusion rushing through me. I casted my eyes back on the waves, as I blinked. "You're distracting me, go away!" I shouted. "I can't, I'm involved now. You let go, and I'm going to have to jump in there after you." I watched as he began to take his coat off, tossing it onto the floor. I looked at him in the most confused manner I could manage. A stranger, a complete stranger... dedicating his life for an unimportant woman as myself? This is not happening. He is crazy! I cannot tell what kind of manner of thinking he has, who would do such a thing! I wish he'd just leave. I am left feeling confusion. I cannot make a sense to things anymore. I watched as he took off his jacket as well, as I began to speak. "Don't be absurd. You'll be killed!" He placed his left boot on the rail, as he began to untie the laces. "I'm a good swimmer." He said. "The fall alone would kill you." I said. His eyes moved from his boots, and back, as he said, "It would hurt. I'm not saying it wouldn't. To be honest I'm a lot more concerned about the water being so cold." He slipped off a boot, then began untying the next one. I stared down at the waves below me, the wind blew on my face. I stared for a long moment, what was I doing? This didn't feel right, I shouldn't even be considering the desire of death. Maybe this strange young man is right, then maybe he isn't. I am not sure what to feel. I raised an eyebrow as I kept my eyes on the waves. "How cold?" I asked. "Freezing. Maybe a couple degrees over." He replied to me. He slipped off his right boot, and he looked at me in the eyes. He dumped his hands into his pockets as he began to speak again. "You've, uh, ever been to Wisconsin?" He asked. I was left perplexed. What? Why has he started a conversation with me, all of the sudden like that? Nobody does that, what was going on? "What? No!..." I replied with a bitter voice. "Well they have some of the coldest winters around, and I grew up there, near Chippewa Falls. Once when I was a kid me and my father were ice-fishing out on Lake Wissota..." He began to trail off as he saw my clueless expression. "ice-fishing's where you chop a hole in the--" I interrupted him briskly before he could finish. And with a bitter, and arrogant tone of voice, I remarked, "I know what ice fishing is!" He casted his eyes quickly towards the ground, until meeting my eyes once more. "Sorry. Just... you look like kind of an indoor girl." he shrugged his shoulders before finishing his sentence. "Anyway, I went through some thin ice and I'm tellin' ya, water that cold... like that right down there... it hits you like a thousand knives all over your body. You can't breath, you can't think... least not about anything but the pain." He had told me. He took over the other layer of jacket he had, leaving only a brown colored shirt, showing the suspenders underneath, "Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in after you. But like I said, I don't see a choice. I guess I'm kinda hoping you'll come back over the rail and get me off the hook here." He said. "You're crazy!" I felt my lips chatter at the cold wind as I said the words.

He raised an eyebrow at me, "That's what everybody says. But with all due respect, I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship." He laughed. He slid one step closer, like moving up on a spooked horse. Our faces were closer, and that was when I stared into his eyes. Turquoise green-blue, like an ocean mist. Just by staring into the color, I felt in ease. A strange effect, a strange effect he had on me- this young man. But he was a mad man, crazy beyond belief! "Come on, you don't want to do this, give me your hand!" He looked at me. His eyes showed it all, everything I had been looking for in a person- concern, understanding. His gaze was set upon me, as if the outside world had no care, and his only concern was me. He showed me this understanding, this... feeling. I was left confused at the affect he had on me. He reached out his hand towards me. "You don't want to do this," He said again. I stared at his hand, feeling my heart race like racing horses in a field. I had no idea what I was doing, and should be doing. And I watched, as I reached my hand to touch his warm ones- Mine were freezing. He grasped my hand with his fingers tightly, as a smile spread across his face. I changed the direction of my heels, as I placed the other heel, getting nearer to turn my body towards him. This young man was right, who ever the hell he was. He was right, what was I doing deciding to end my life like that! I had so much ahead of me, I couldn't just waste it. I began to hate myself for the choice I was going to make. I turned my eyes up, and met his. A beautiful eye shape, long stretched eyes, and by hight, small. In the orange light, they had a green vibe to them, although I couldn't really tell if they were green or blue. Beautiful eyes. Our faces were so close, I could feel his breath on me, as he took a step back, a friendly smile spread across his lips. "I'm Jack Dawson," He said. My voice quivered, as I replied, "Rose Dewitt Bukator." He laughed, "I'd have to write that one down," A humorous tone of voice, a nice sense of humor. I laughed in return, as I turned my gaze towards the ground. I was trembling, my lips shivering. Suddenly, I stared at the waves underneath... and looked at it in a different pair of eyes as before, I felt fear shoot into me. The fear of falling down, but no! I wasn't going to fall down, Jack held me tight. I will not fall. I am safe. "Come on," Jack replied, under his breath. He held me for balance as I passed one foot onto the rail, and right when I pushed myself up, was when I let out a piercing shriek. I felt the wind blow up on my face, pulling my hair up by gravity, as I felt my body stumble off the rail. I closed my eyes shut, feeling the pressure eat me up. My heart was racing, I was panting. No, actually... I was screaming. I had fallen down! I opened my eyes to see Jack, gripped onto my hand, he was jerked towards the rail. I turned my eyes towards Jack's pulling face, he is pulling my arm, but I feel my feet sway freely in midair. If I let go, then I am gone- as I had planned before. I could feel the cold spray of the waves below my feet. I felt like I was a living bait being fed to thousands of starving souls. And their arms stretched out, trying to get a grasp of my legs. I felt like there was no escape at all. Fear was all I could see, fear was all I felt. The upper part of Jack's body is towards me, as he struggled to push me up. The fear gripped me, the fear ate me. It was like running in the darkness from the fear, yet you just don't know where you are running into. And turns out you ran just into your very fear. I reached out my free hand towards the rail, barely though. I struggled to pull myself up, my heart was beating so fast I was scared it might just stop completely. My arm felt like it was being ripped apart from my body.

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@T-DAK thanks for inviting me,am grateful,,,,,,,,,i've watched d movie but its diff reading it here,,@shaxee more ink to ur pen,@coolval thumb up

Intresting,welldone @Shaxee

[img]http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zKplnEjgcW4/S6tUaMewQEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2E6MwBsN2OY/s1600/leonardo-dicaprio-08.jpg[/img] [b][size=20pt]Jack's Point of View[/size][/b] Listened to rushing footsteps, as I pulled myself away from Rose. "What's all of this?" I heard their voices, I casted my eyes upon them. Oh no, they're going to get it all wrong. All wrong. I backed away, as the man looked at me with angry eyes. Her dress was torn, and the hem was pushing up above her knees, showing one ripped stocking. The man looked at me, me being the shaggy steerage man with his jacket off, and the first class lady clearly in distress, he was obviously drawing conclusions. Two seamen chug across the deck to join them. They have it all wrong! But how could I ever tell them, I am poor and have no power whatsoever. And even that doesn't complete all the reasons I shouldn't speak. Would Rose even want me to say she tried to commit suicide so I stopped her. Of course not, so maybe I shouldn't speak at all. Words tried to slip out my lips, but nothing. "You stand back!" His screaming voice came to me. "And don't move an inch." I stared at him with parted lips, as I casted my eyes to the ground at the mere fact that my whole experience here is ruined. I backed away, until pulling myself to my feet. I dumped my hands into my pockets. I did not want to admit it to myself, but I was a bit frightened. I showed everyone that moment that I was as calm as could be. What were they going to think, I had all my jackets and coats thrown on the ground, along with my boots. And Rose just made it all seem obvious. But it was so wrong, how could this be happening. God, what am I going to do? They'll sure kick me out of the ship. *** A few minutes passed when I felt the cool silver chains wrap around my wrists from behind my back, handcuffing me. My wrists were tightened, and I could feel the blood pressure trapped at the tightness. I kept my eyes on the ground, thinking about what had happened- everything, before my eyes. And it was too much to make a sense to. Rose was sitting on the bench, with a warm blanket around her as she continued gasping for air. And what presumably looked like his husband, approaches me in the most furious of manners. The man walked towards me, an enraged look on his face. "This is completely unacceptable," He shouted. "What made you think you could put your hands on my fiancee?! Look at me, you filth! What did you think you were doing?!" I stared into his eyes, only to remove them and turned them onto the ground. I did not respond, simply because I did not know what to say. And the second I turned my eyes to the ground, the angry man grabbed my collar and shook me with all his rage. "Look at me, you filth!" He continued shouting, and shaking me when suddenly Rose stood up and yelled. "Cal, stop! It was an accident!" She removed his hands off me, as I met her beautiful eyes. The man blinked, a look of disbelief on his face. "An accident?" Confusion washed over me, as I watched the incident happen before me. "It truly was!" Rose replied. She turned her eyes quickly towards the ground, until meeting them back to her husband. "It was stupid, really... I was leaning over, and I slipped." She raised an eyebrow as she explained. I watched Rose, confused over everything that was happening. Rose turned her eyes towards me, we held eye contact. She parted her lips as if to say something, I could clearly see the way thoughts raced across her head as she came up with a good lie. "I, uh... Umm, I was reaching over to see the... ah..." She trailed off, as she kept her eyes on me, I scrunched my eyebrows together and moved my chin closer towards my neck, tilting my face slightly sideways. A perplexed expression. What is she trying to say? "The... The propellers! And, and I slipped and I would have gone overboard... and Mr. Dawson here saved me and he almost went over himself." She said.

"You wanted to see the propellers?" He asked her. She nodded, if I didn't know that she was lying... I would've anyway how gotten the suspicion that she was hiding something. A strange girl, what was she doing, what was going on in her world to have wanted to end it all, all of the sudden. This young lady must have many secrets. One of them men helping in this incident began to speak, shaking his head displeased. "Women and machinery do not mix." He said. The man who handcuffed me turned my face around, and I met his brown dark eyes. "Was that the way of it?" He asked me. I turned my eyes back to Rose, I parted my lips- I wanted to say something, but I felt as if no words could come out, I wasn't sure what to say, and felt pressured by the very question. And not only the question, by everything! You see, I don't act quickly, preferred to think things through. Rose held eye contact, she looked at me pleadingly. She begged for me to not say the truth, her sparkling eyes revealed it. I wasn't sure what to say, but soon enough, I said something. "Yeah..." I gulped in, "That was pretty much it." I nodded, casting my eyes to the horizon, then quickly back to their faces. Rose's husband kept starring at me, with an odd expression. I felt my heart race at all of this all. "Well, the boy's a hero then! Good for you son, well done!" The man with the grey hair told me. Rose looked up at me for a brief second, as she gave me a quick smile. I returned it, but it all lasted within a blink's eye. "So it's all's well and back to our brandy, eh?" The man told Rose's husband. I felt as the man behind me removed the silver cold handcuffs from my wrists, as I finally felt free and relieved. I stood there, and watched as they all just left without even a proper thank you. I don't expect much, and actually... shouldn't be expecting anything, but to be left without even a thank you? First class people these days are arrogant and down to the bone- cold. But Rose, at the very thought of her... I felt something different. She was different from most first class young ladies. I could see it, in the way she looked at me. This whole night was the strangest I had ever experienced. And never planned to have experienced. It was all too strange. "Uhh, perhaps a little something for the boy?" The man with the grey hair said. At least he had some consideration... Rose's husband turned around, and stood there thinking for a moment. Until he rushed the words out his lips, "Uhh, umm.. mister lovejoy, I think a twenty should do it." He told him. Rose looked up at him, and laughed sarcastically. "Is that the going rate for saving the woman you love?" She said, her red curls being blown onto her face. As I had said, Rose is different. "Rose is displeased..." He mumbled. He looked around the ship, and thought for a second. "What to do... I know," He began to walk towards me, as I met his eyes after staring harshly at the ground this whole time. "Perhaps, you could join us- for dinner... tomorrow evening." He told me, he raised his eyebrows, and made a disgusted expression towards me. "to regale our group with your heroic tale?" He told me. I kept my eyes on Rose for a moment, until returning them to the man, giving him the same ill-mannered look he gave to me. "Sure, count me in." I said with an almost emotionless voice. He turned away, as he mumbled the words, "This should be interesting..." Rose and I held eye contact, for a moment, until she walked away along with the others. Rose's husband wrapped his arm around her in a protective manner, as I watched them drift away under the dim lights. Mr. Lovejoy began to walk away, but I whistled at him. Directing his attention to me. In a startled manner, he turned around. I motioned with my hands for him to come, he walked towards me, as I began to speak. "Hey, can I bum a cigarette?" I asked. Lovejoy smoothly drew a silver cigarette case from his jacket and snapped it open. I took a cigarette, then another, popping it behind my ear for later. Lovejoy lit up my cigarette as I popped it into my lips. "You'll want to tie those." Mr. Lovejoy told me, as he lit up my cigarette. I move my gaze to my boots. "Interesting that the young lady slipped so mighty all of a sudden and you still had time to take off your jacket and your shoes. Mmmmh?" He told me, his expression was bland, but the eyes were cold. He turned away to join his group. That night, I returned to my room and went to sleep. Except I couldn't sleep, all that was rushing through my head was her- Rose. The more I tried to make a sense to it all, the more confused I got. And now, I am to have dinner with her tomorrow. A poor, worthless boy in a fancy and elegant dinner? How could I manage it?

Gracias @T-DAK,interestin 1 @shaxee,though i wont comment much cos hav watch d movie countless tyms,i'll only b lukin 4ward 2 d concludin part were u said u did some changes....

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Ofcos, u could do it if only u composed urself in a qood humour. Do it 4 d qentle man dt u are. I bet, u'll want more of d dinner ova & ova aqain....

[img]http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llpw9hX2Tl1qenmvro1_500.png[/img] [b][size=20pt]Rose's Point of View[/size][/b] The sweet melody of the music box filled the shattered room before me. In the dim light of the room, I was brushing my loose red curly hair. My eyes casted upon my shoulders, my hair fell over my white nightgown. I was sitting in front of the vanity mirror, it was shattered and cracked. Memories of today rushed past my mind, but there was something that kept flashing up in my mind. This Jack... this Jack wouldn't get out of my head. I could close my eyes and picture his face perfectly, I could hear his laughter, I could see his smile. His eyes. His voice echoed in my head, his sweet voice. What has happened to me? I would never be left feeling such a thing, and I could not even recognize what the feeling was. It felt like a harmony, but at the same time- a warfare. I am battling for the feeling to go away, as it felt as a haunt. It was lingering beside me like a shadow. It didn't make any sense. I felt sad, and melancholy- but at the same time content, and joyous. This feeling Jack has made me feel, has every single feeling mixed into it- or it is just a new feeling I have never felt before. I cannot recognize it, I cannot describe it. All I know is that I feel it. Jack was such a gentleman. He did not know me, neither did I know him. But he saved my life. I saw this trust in his eyes, this trust I felt towards him. I looked at him the moment they asked him if what I was saying was true. I looked at him- and it was as if he had seen through me. He nodded at them. He had kept my secret. A secret we shared together. So humble and good inside, so trustful and understand, so appealing. I had never met anyone like him, everyone I met were bitter, arrogant rich men. Jack wasn't rich, he was a poor young man. And now I can see it, I can understand. The riches spoil the good in us. I had a blurry image of the world seen by eyes like of Jack's. I had a small grasp of what the world truly consisted of. I understood why the people around me- in my life, irritated me entirely. It was the riches I held, when I was craving for a perfect life. Money and fancy dresses only kept me far from the life I yearned so deeply for. I had a strange desire in me, I had a strange urge to see Jack again. I wanted to see him. What? No! What is going on with me? What the bloody hell was I feeling? I shall erase this disgusting feeling from its existence. Of course I do not want to see Jack again. This... this was frightening me. Where in the world did I get the desire to feel this. Oh, I am laughing- I am crazy. But no, it feels so right at the same time! What was going on! I felt like I was breaking apart, one side pulling to the right, the other to the left... tearing me apart. I clutched tightly, with my grip on the brush held in my pale hands. It's like there were two sides of me. One telling me yes, and one telling me no. But I just didn't know which one to listen to. My hands trembled as I placed my wrist on the counter where the music box layed. Struggling to free myself from the feelings I was feeling. But suddenly, I jumped back, feeling a movement from behind me. I caught Cal's reflection on the mirror in front of me. He stepped in, into my bedroom. I let go of the brush, and pulled my hands onto my lap, as I stared dully at his face from the reflection. I watched as his lips began to move. "Hey, I know you've been melancholy, and I don't pretend to know why." He walked towards me, closer as he continued, "I intended to save this till the engagement gals next week. But I thought tonight, perhaps a reminder of my feelings for you..." He closed the music box, the melody vanished and what follows is not the bitter silence, but something far less relaxing. My fionce's voice. He pushed the music box aside, as he sat on the table, I casted my eyes on his hands and I saw him holding a large black velvet jewel case. He reached out his hand towards me, I took the case numbly. I opened it slowly, and as I did, I could see it- a blue shinning diamond necklace. Just before my eyes, shinning with all its glory- even in the dull light of my room. It was a malevolent blue stone glistening with an infinity of scalpel-like inner reflections. "Oh my goodness!" I whispered the words.

I turned my eyes back to his face, as I began to ask, "Is it a-" Cal interrupted before I could finish. "Diamond." He smiled, he laughed softly as he pulled himself to his feet and with the case in his hands, he pulled the necklace out and turned to in back of me, he pulled my hair out of the way as he put the necklace around my neck. I felt the heaviness of the stone once it was hanging down my chest. It truly was beautiful. "Fifty six carats to be exact, and not only that- it was once worn by Louis the Sixteenth. They call it Le Coeur de la Mer, the--" Before he could translate the french words into English, I already knew what the beautiful words meant. I finished his sentence for him. "The heart of the ocean." I stared at our reflection on the mirror, as he stayed behind me, our faces close. I traced my fingers across the blue shinning diamond, feeling the coolness of it reach the skin of my fingertips. "It's overwhelming." I told him. He smiled at me, "It's for royalty, Rose. And we are royalty." I stared at my reflection on the mirror, at the necklace, as suddenly Cal sat on his knees and placed his hand on his cheek. "You know, there is nothing I couldn't give you. There's nothing I'd deny you if you would deny me." I looked at him, and stared at him. He scanned my face, starring in return. We held eye contact. "Open your heart to me, Rose." He had told me. I turned my gaze on my reflection. I wasn't sure if he meant it, I wasn't sure if I felt the same. I never loved him, really. And why is it, I... I don't feel the way I should. I felt something else- his gift was only to reflect light back onto himself, to illuminate the greatness that was Caledon Hockley. It was a cold stone... a heart of ice. I am sure I am right, I am sure we share no bond to ourselves- no trust. Unlike with a stranger I had only met today. No, what am I saying?... No, this is far too confusing. No! I don't understand what is going on with my feelings!

Love me jare if you dey confuse

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@charliebryn, how she go love yhu? Yhu geh 64carat of diamond?

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Its called love das all

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@Rose if I mst advise! U qat 2 stick 2 ur own heart, qo 4 d part of ur heart dt makes u feel safer, either d 1 dat says YES or d oda wich says NO...... Dnt allow all dis dem fake fiancee or whteva 2 monopolize ur life4u. Be d one 2.... Speak 4 ur own HEART, instead of allowinq oda peeps do it 4 u, Ok!

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@Mcthiago no vez I beg. I go add u join my list now okay. Thanks. Long live @Coolval.

No problemo

if u (@T-DAK) don't invite me, I've done it myself

Dude, Dis is making sense. Mehn....i cant wait to read more!

Babe jst cool down n u will make d right choice...... Dnt rush tinx.

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Jack's Point of View Rose and I were walking side by side, an odd surprise. As she came to look for me at the third class part of the ship. She told me she needed to speak to me in private. She took me to the first class part of the ship, and there I was now, walking side by side with her beaming beauty overwhelming me. There was a tranquil silence, unlike in the third class part. People were sitting on steamer chairs, reading, some talking, but as we passed, their gaze stayed on us. And I knew exactly why- the way I dressed. They must've been asking themselves what I was doing there with her to begin with. I felt an uncomfortable feeling inside me. The sky was cloudless and pure blue, and the sea seemed to almost match the color of the sky. The waves were smooth, almost as smooth as a mirror. The early afternoon sunshine blazed onto the horizon, spilling its bright rays onto the waves. Whenever I moved my eyes towards the waves, the brightness of it hurt. As you can see, the sun was beaming a bit too brightly. The weather was beautiful, the breeze was warm. Everything around us was relaxing. We walked side by side, awkwardly for a few seconds, none of us spoke a word. I began playing conversations in my head, this utter silence couldn't continue like that. I clutched onto my leather sketch book, my other hand in my pockets, as I looked into Rose's eyes and began to speak. The first idea of a conversation was what had slipped out my lips. "So, umm..." Rose's eyes fell on my face the minute I began to speak, I turned my eyes away for a brief second until I decided to finish my sentence. "The weather is nice, isn't it?" Small talk, that was exactly what I was doing... as we continued to stroll around the ship. But, I mean... What else would I say? "Yes," Repeated Rose, her eyes turned on her feet. "very nice." She nodded her head. We kept on walking- silence. Thoughts rushed past my head, first of all- why did she tell me she needed to talk to me if she isn't talking, second... this is just far too awkward. "So Jack, umm... where are you from?" She asked me. I, myself was surprised when she decided to take lead of the conversation. "I'm from Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin." I replied. For the rest of the stroll, we began to speak about my life and how I grew up. And she only kept asking questions. I had told her about how my parents died when I was 15, how I lived my life alone since then, how I met Fabrizio my good friend and explored the world with him, etc. But I got the sense she wanted to tell me something else. She was hiding something. "So Rose," I began, the wind blew my hair onto my face. I looked at her, at her beautiful eyes. "We've walked about a mile on this boat deck, and we've talked about how I grew up and all... but I reckon that's not why I came to talk to you, is it?" I said. Rose looked at me, suddenly her face shifting into a different expression. I watched as her eyes moved to the ground, as she let out a sigh. With her eyes held on the ground, she began to speak "Mr. Dawson, I--" she began. "Jack," I corrected her. She moved her eyes up, she raised an eyebrow. "Jack. Umm... I... Umm, I feel like such an idiot. It took me all morning to get up the nerve to face you." She told me. I looked at her, the way the sunshine shone on her face. She looked anxious, nervous. Poor girl, must be embarrassed to death over everything that has happened between us. I can see it in her eyes, the way she was hiding something big, and was about to give it all away. "Well, you're here." I shrugged my shoulders, until I turned my eyes back to her's. But what I was really asking myself that moment was, what did she want to tell me!

She looked away, I could tell the way she finds it hard to keep eye contact. "Here I am. I... I want to thank you for what you did. Not just for... for pulling me back. But for your discretion." She told me, through her sentence, she trailed off but picked up her pace soon enough, and I could tell perfectly that she was tense, shy, and nervous. "You're welcome. Rose." I told her. For a brief moment, there was silence. She had her eyes on the floor, I observed her stressed face. I observed her, for the first time- observed her beautiful characteristics and features. Thin perfect eyebrows with a soft arch, her big green eyes, her pale soft skin, small thin perfect nose, thick glossy red lips- and that beauty mark she had on her cheek. Her beauty amazed me. I felt like I wanted to run my fingers through her soft red auburn curls- but obviously that'd be too creepy. She suddenly began to speak in a rushed manner. "Look, I know what you must be thinking! Poor little rich girl. What does she know about misery?" Her eyes were glossy and kept on the ground. I raised my eyebrows, at the comment she had just said. And I must admit, I was not expecting that to come out her lips. "No," I said, I stopped walking and leaned my back against the ledge, where the white painted half-wall sat. I placed my hand on the thick rope, as I turned around to face her. My back was to the ocean behind me. The wind blew onto my clothes, and my face. It felt almost as if the wind went through the cloth of my clothes and into my body, then back out. I met her eyes. "no, it's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was, what could've happened to this girl to have thought she had no way out." The sunshine spilled onto her face, as she squinted her eyes from the brightness. Her eyes shone with the sun's reflection, and I could see all the beautiful iris patterns. She looked at me, her expression was of surprise, as if she could not believe what I have told her. But why? This girl had just too many secrets. Her face then swifted into an anxious one. As she walked towards the wall of the edge of the boat. She leaned her back as she looked into my eyes. I turned my body towards her, watching the waves and sky from behind her face. She began to speak in a rushed manner. "I don't... it wasn't just one thing. It was everything. It was them, it was their whole world. And I was trapped in it, like an insect in amber." She stopped for a brief second to lick her thick lips. She spoke again, and this time the rush of it all increased. "I just had to get away... just run and run and run... and then I was at the back rail and there was no more ship... even the Titanic wasn't big enough. Not enough to get away from them. And before I'd really thought about it, I was over the rail. I was so furious. I'll show them. They'll be sorry!" she told me, her face scrunched up, wrinkles on her forehead as she tightened her eyes. Her hands were curled into fists, as soon enough her expression fell into an emotionless one. I nodded as I spoke, "Uh huh. They'll be sorry. 'Course you'll be dead." I told her. Her eyes drifted onto the floor, her head lowered. "God, I am such a fool." She whispered. I observed her face, feeling the understanding of her situation rush through me. She was a girl, who felt freedom-less, who felt like an outcast. With no control of her life whatsoever. She licked my lips quickly until she began to speak again. "But look, my whole world and all the people in it, don't give me the freedom I deserve. I- I was powerless to stop it." She casted her eyes towards the horizon, she returned her gaze soon enough as she reached out her hand, I was confused at first, until I realized she was showing me her engagement ring. My eyes widen up at the sight of such thing. "Gawd look at that thing! And that would have gone straight to the bottom." I said, as I held her hand in mine, observing the ring.

"Five hundred invitations have gone out, and all the while I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs, and no one even looks up!" She cried out, there were no tears in her eyes. But I could see the way she prevented them from coming out, she moved her eyes away as I observed her face, her expression, her situation. She doesn't have any freedom, and from what she has told me- or maybe I understood wrong, but she has a life up ahead of her, one she never chose to have. And she has no control over it at all. Does that mean, she does not even love her fiance? "Do you love him?" I asked as casually as I could. Her eyes moved from the ground and up, shocked at my disrespect. "Pardon me?" She said. "Do you love him." I repeated myself. "You're being really rude, you shouldn't be asking me this!" She stammered. Well, she just told me before that she isn't happy with her life and has no control over it whatsoever. So, why by directly getting into conclusions should she feel intimidated. I mean, I understand her and all, but she was the one who began telling me about her freedom-less marriage. "Well, it's a simple question. Do you love the guy or not?" I asked again. She began to laugh, I could see the way she felt uncomfortable at this all. A sarcastic, uncomfortable laughter. "This is not a suitable conversation." She told me. "Why can't you just answer the question?" I asked, laughing slightly. She let out a loud laugh- a strange one, as if she lost her breath while letting out the laugh, as she walked away towards the sunlight, pinching her nose bridge with her hand. "This is absurd!" I followed her. She turned around, as she began babbling with her high pitched British accent over how disrespectful I was being. "You don't know me, and I don't know you and we're not having this conversation at all!" She moved her hands to her hips, as I observed her. She had a smiling face, that kind of smiling face where half of your face shows your confused/uncomfortable feeling and the other half shows you are simply laughing simply because you don't know what else to do. Her eyebrows were pulled into a confused expression as her lips were curled into a smile. That expression, I do not even know what it is called. But this whole situation was starting to feel hilarious in my eyes. "You are rude," She began to say. I began to laugh myself. "uncouth, and presumptuous and I am leaving now!" I nodded with a closed smile as she spoke. "Jack! Mr. Dawson, it's been a pleasure! I sought you out to thank you and now I did," I interrupted her from finishing as I replied, "And even saluted me." I said sarcastically. She was shaking my hand, but she just wouldn't let go, seconds continued to pass as we were both smiling to ourselves sarcastically. Her face was reddened and embarrassed, the wind blew her red curls onto her face. "I thought you were leaving." I told her, with the same sarcastic expression. That same sarcastic smile. "Ha, yes! I am!" She laughed as I watched as she turned around, and let go of my hand. But right when I thought she was leaving for good, I watched as her heels changed directions and looked at me. "And you are so annoying!" Her high pitched, feminine voice said. I began to laugh sarcastically. "Ha, ha!"

"Wait," she stammered as she turned around- again. "I don't have to leave," She began walking towards me, our faces closer. "this is my part of the ship." She raised her hand pointing for me to go. "You leave!" Her voice seemed to have echoed in my head, I only began to laugh- this was just too funny. "Ohohoh! Now who's being rude!" I laughed. She laughed in a disgusted manner, and I watched her irritated face, as I felt something snatch my sketch book away from me. Her cold hands. "What is this stupid thing you carry around?" She said in a bitter voice. Without even my permission, she pulled it away and opened it without hesitation. She opened the leather sketch book, stared at the page for a second, then turned her eyes back on me. "So, what are you? An artist or something?" I just kept smiling in the most sarcastic manner I would manage. This was just humorous, the way she kept trying to be rude, and disgusted by me. But just wouldn't even leave- in fact, snatched my book away, that only gets her to stay longer. She turned her eyes from the sketch book, and back, as she walked towards a chair. She sat herself down as she observed the sketches. I followed her, and sat beside her. The wind blew harder from this angle, the chairs were wooden and with far set arm rests. The sun was directly upon us, as I kept my eyes on Rose. Her eyes were trailed down on the sketch book on her laps, her long eyelashes creating a shadow on her face. The view of the ocean and the horizon was in front of me, but I would rather look at Rose. "These are rather good..." She said, turning the pages. After flipping a few pages, and observing for a long moment, she spoke again, losing her sarcastic bitter voice. "Jack, these are very good! You have some exquisite work!" "Nah, they didn't think too much in paree." I told her. "Paris?" Her confused eyes blinked. "So, you do get around... for being a p-" She trailed off suddenly, as if air had been caught in her throat. "Well, umm... For a person of limited greens." she corrected herself. I laughed, "I'm a poor guy, you can say it." I told her. She turned her eyes back on me, as she smiled bashfully. I was starring into her eyes, she had her face profile to me. The people behind her, the ocean, the waves, the sky, the chairs, tables- everything. From behind her, were only blurred away, as my only attention was on her. She had a beautiful, and perfect profile. "Well, well, well..." She said once she turned to the page where the drawings of nude women laid. Oh great, she reached that part. I shouldn't feel wrong, it is art anyways. I watched her pale hand flip another page, as she turned to look at me in the eyes. Her expression showed an embarrassed, bashful look. "And, these were drawn from life?" Her voice was soft and timid, she raised an eyebrow, but her eyes showed the timidness she felt. Her voice sounded almost as if she tried to sound mature. I grinned at her, before replying, a man strolling by watching us, Rose pulled the leather sketch book closer towards her, avoiding his eyes on the sketches. We waited until the man walked away. Oh Rose, she seemed so pure to have done that- so innocent. "Well, that's one of the good things about Paris. Lot's of girls willing to take their clothes off." I told her with a light hearted tone of voice. She looked at me, and I watched as she began to laugh. She turned her eyes back towards the sketch book. "You like this woman," She raised her eyebrows. "you used her several times." "Well," I began, I pulled my body forward to reach out my arms onto the sketch book, and flipped the page showing her hands. "She had beautiful hands, you see..." I ran my fingers across the rough paper, until I met Rose's eyes. She began to laugh to herself, as she raised an eyebrow and said. "I think you must've had a love affair with her..." Her smile showed her perfect white teeth as I immediately felt awkward, and uncomfortable. "No, no, no... No, no, no, no... just with her hands- she was a one legged prostitute, see!" I told her, grinning awkwardly at her. Rose was confused, as I flipped the page to show the drawing. "Oh, oh..." Her cheeks flushed. I began to laugh, Rose laughed in return. "Ahh, she had a good sense of humor though." I told her. Rose had her face tilted staring at the drawing, a closed-lipped smile ran across her face. "Oh, and this lady," I began. I reached out my hand and turned the page. I looked at Rose in the eyes, "She used to sit at this bar every night, wearing every single piece of jewlwey she owned, just waiting for her long lost love. They called her, Madam Bijoume, see how her clothes are all moth-eaten?" "Well," She gave me a closed lip smile, her eyes held on the sketch. "you have a gift, Jack..." She turned her eyes up, and smiled at me. I stared them, and saw my reflection from them. Her smile was like no other, timid but inviting. "you see people." She told me. Her words seemed to have been revolving through my head like an echo. I see people? I did not show the affect I had on her words, and simply kept on staring at her. Not one moment moving my eyes down, as I told her, "I see you." Her eyes looked at me, as her lips curled into a smile. "And...?" She gave me a piercing, yet sarcastic look. "You wouldn'ta jumped." I told her.

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Rose's Point of View I had my arms on the railing, the wind blew directly onto my face, but my eyes were casted upon Jack's eyes. The sunset shone in his eyes, and I could even see my own reflection. I did not understand what it was I felt for him, but I got the sense I felt free- and that is something nobody has ever been able to do to me. We had talked all afternoon. It was already sunset and the sky was lighted up by the golden sun. The waves below the horizon matched the color of the sky- it had a soft pastel color of orange, but not only orange- it had purple, pink, blue. Soft, light beautiful colors. The sun was almost gone. I felt the wind caress my face, as I looked at Jack in the eyes. "Oh Jack," I began to tell him. His eyes stayed on me, a soft- barely noticeable smile spread across his lips. The sunset painted his face a golden color. Not quite yet a silhouette, but something close- something golden. "Why can't I be like you?" I casted my eyes to the front, where the horizon and sun shone, I saw a seagull flying up ahead as I began to speak again. "Just, head out for the horizon whenever I feel like it," I flipped my hands out as if to swap the horizon, until returning them back to the rail. There was a small pause, until I met his eyes again and smiled brightly at him. "Say we'll got there sometime, to that Pier, even if we only just talk about it." I told him in return to his adventures of his interesting life, about that Pier, about America. "Not just talk, we'll do it!" He smiled. I watched as the wind blew his hair onto his face, in the golden sunlight, it casted a tone of a rusty golden color to his light brown hair. "We'll drink cheap beer, we'll ride on the rollar coasters until we throw up." He told me. I began to laugh loudly, I casted my eyes to the beaming sun. "And we'll ride horses on the beach, right in the surf," He moved his eyes to the horizon for a brief moment, until returning them towards me with a mocking smile. "Now, you'll have to do it like a real cowboy, nothing of that side-saddle stuff." He said to me. I raised my eyebrows. "You mean, one leg on each side?" "Yup," He grinned. I looked down for a second, until looking back onto his smiling face. "Can you show me," I laughed out. "Sure, if you'd like." He replied with a nod. "Teach me to ride like a man." I laughed. "And smoke tobacco like a man!" He laughed out, imitating those disgusting accents. I began laughing, until I followed his humorous manners. "And spit like a man!" I imitated his accent, feeling my heart suddenly less aching. I gazed upon his eyes for a moment, feeling my heart race. Yet, I did not know why. For some reason, I felt so happy- just so happy inside. I had never felt such a thing before, and now that I realize it, it is only Jack the one who has made me feel this way. As if my problems and stress were away for a moment, as if I could escape the reality for a moment- except this was reality, I truly was with Jack and feeling better. It made me forget about my life in chains, I wish I could feel like this forever. "What, they didn't teach you that in finishing school?" He asked me. I began to laugh as I said, "No??" He looked at me for a moment, with dreamy eyes. "Come on, I'll show you." Jack said. He began to walk away and I was left asking myself if he was serious. "Let's do it!" He grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him. "What?" I said.

He kept on pulling me as I pulled myself off. "Jack, no! Jack!" I told him, my expression and emotion swifting. "Come on," He ignored my insist of not doing it. I felt my heart race as I shook my hand to pull off his grasp, but he wouldn't let go. He was walking towards the outside corridor of the ship, where people passed by. The wall was not actually a wall, was covered by open windows where the wind blew in. But, how could I possibly stand there with him- spitting onto the horizon, with everyone watching. I felt a desire in me, actually wanting to do it. But the people around me, I felt uncomfortable. He pulled me beside him, as he grinned at me. "Watch closely," He said. I did not know what else to say, or do but laugh slightly as I watched his face turn towards the horizon. And before I knew it, he set off a flying spit of saliva onto the air, until falling into the waves below. "That is disgusting!" I laughed. Jack turned his eyes and looked at me with a laughing face. "Alright, your turn." He told me. I casted my eyes onto the horizon, unsure of what to do, really. I turned around to make sure no one was looking, until I let out a spit, barely though. "That was pitiful!" Jack laughed. He turned around, "You really gotta hawk it back, you know, then roll it on your tongue, up to the front, like thith, then a big breath and PLOOOW!! You see the range on that thing?" He went through the steps, sending out a spitting bomb. I followed his steps as I prepared the spit through my tongue. I hawked it in, as he had said, and sent it out. Jack did as well. Two comets of gob flew out over the water- no, actually, through the horizon and into the sun. I turned around to look at his lit up face. Jack had an interesting affect on me. With him, I could suddenly forget about the rich annoying people that surrounded my life, I could forget about my whole lifestyle. "That was great!" His white teeth were showing, he was laughing. I myself began to laugh as well. "I cannot believe I am doing this!" I said through the laughing. I was watching Jack's face, until I noticed figures emerging in the distance. Suddenly, the blurriness and unimportance of the people behind him vanished. And everything behind him became clear. As I met eyes with my mother- Ruth, Molly Brown, and the Countess of Rothes. They had been watching us- watching me spit! I stared at them with a frightened, embarrassed, shocked face. I blushed, and I could feel the stinging feeling in my cheeks. Jack noticed my expression, and turned around to what I was looking at. My mother and the others were dressed with fancy hats, velvet clothing, but their faces... their expression showed that it was almost as if they stumbled onto a disgusting insect, one they would do anything to squash and kill. Oh, and Jack... he had a bit of saliva running down his chin. Oh my god, this was great! What was I going to say? Just that moment, I felt so alive- so free. And by the mere sight of these... nightmares, I felt my heart sink into a pool of pain. I did not want this to happen, I did not know what to say. Molly took a look at their pretty faces, shooting off her expression- that expression I could not bare. I felt the wind blow on my face, I felt my palms grow sweaty, as I began to speak. "M-Mother," I began. I walked towards them, "May I introduce Jack Dawson." I told them. Jack looked at me for a moment, he had a look of humiliation in his eyes, until he turned them towards Ruth and the others. He politely nodded. My mother had a cold expression, cold arrogant eyes, as the sunset illuminated her face. She took a look of disgust towards him, as her soft bitter voice said, "Charmed, I'm sure." Molly took a look at Jack, as she motioned him with her fat fingers the spit on his chin. Jack quickly rubbed it off with his hands, his movements showed he was frightened and nervous. "Well Jack," Molly began. "Sounds like you are a good man to have around at a sticky spot." Jack only gave her a timid closed-lip smile. Suddenly, a trumpet started playing. I felt my heart jump at the fright of that. "Damn, why do they always have to announce dinner like a damn cavalry charge?" Molly said. Suddenly, everyone started rushing towards the entrance. I heard chatter, I heard the noise of all this. I felt my nervous skip of my heart as I laughed nervously. "Shall we go change, mother?" I walked towards her and looked back for a moment, over my shoulder. I caught Jack's face, we held eye contact as I said, "See you at dinner, Jack." My mother and I were walking away in a rushed manner. I felt embarrassment, humiliation. I tried to make a way through the crowded corridor, rushing back to my room. Oh, this couldn't possibly be happening!

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Jack's Point of View Rose walked away from me like a graceful flower drifting on the clear water. It was hard to keep my eyes off her as she made it through the crowd. She looked over her shoulder with her mother beside her as she said, "See you at dinner, Jack." From all the noise around me, I only read her red glossed lips. Her smile lasted for only a second, until she moved her face back to ahead of her. I was lost by her presence, as I kept looking at her. Thoughts rushed past my head at the same time. What had happened just now? It was something I never wanted, never expected. I felt nervous and humiliated. Rose's mother looked at me in a disgusted manner, as if she had seen the world's most disgusting man- or maybe I just am the world's most disgusting man. But their eyes showed the uncomfortable feeling they felt for Rose to be with me. Just today, I realized something about Rose I hadn't realized before. How different she was from other first class people. I did not understand exactly what I was feeling for her, but I was in love. Her beautiful eyes were in my head at every moment. I was in love with who she truly was, yet I did not understand it. I knew I couldn't let anyone know of the feelings, not even myself. I couldn't really believe it. I knew I had not a chance with her, she was married, and above all I shouldn't have even been thinking so much about her, so in love. I should just ban myself from this feeling entirely. God, I didn't know what to do. And with that spitting that happened, how would I face her family at this dinner? Already had a terrible start, this will only continue worse. I didn't care, though. I was going anyways. But really, what was I going to wear? I heard an outside voice come to me, barely though, it was if it had come from another dimension. I snapped out of dream and blinked. I looked at the woman in front of me, she stayed there when I thought they all left. "Uhh, Son!" She yelled, as I had not heard her the first time. I turned my eyes over to the woman's face. She had fat cheeks, and round small blue eyes. They looked like tiny buttons squashed up into her fat chipmunk cheeks. I listened to her, she had a strange sarcastic expression. "do you have the slightest comprehension of what you're doing?" I looked at her for a moment, and tried my best to sound casual. "Not really," I told her as I drifted my eyes to my left for a moment, until returning them. I was leaning on the edge of the ship, feeling the wind blow freely onto the back of my neck. "Well, you're about to go into the snake pit. I hope you're ready. What are you planning to wear?" She asked me. I looked down at my clothes and I shrugged my shoulders, I turned my eyes back on her's. "Pfff, I figured. Come on," She told me as she grabbed my arm and pulled me into the crowd. *** The walls that surrounded me were dim by the wall lamp, the walls were decorated with beautiful mahogany, orange colors. There was a couch on the end of the room, there all my other clothes were dumped, instead of being worn. Instead, I had a fine white shirt, and black fancy pants. I looked at myself in the long mirror, my hair was pulled back with gel and my eyes shone with a new expression at the strange manner I looked. I had never worn anything like this, most importantly- I had never been in a room like this one! I had never experienced such luxury as this one. I could not believe my eyes at the sight of all this. The woman's name was Molly, she changed dresses into something more "elegant" although in my eyes, it looked the same as elegant. She was behind me pulling me into a black suite, as she said.

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TITANIC

***Unedited*** "I was right! You and my son are about the same size!" She placed her hands on her hips as she looked at me in the mirror. There was silence as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I felt so strange- so awkward. Like I was living inside a new body. Like I wasn't even myself- I felt like another person. Someone who would never be me. "You shine up like a new penny." Molly told me, her voice ended in enthusiasm. *** I was standing right in front of the doors to the giant dining room. I could hear the music playing from inside, the chatter of the people, and I could already feel it- the anxiety. What was I going to do, how would I act? I had no manners at all, and was an alien to the idea of how they behaved. I was sure I'd make a fool of myself. My palms were growing sweaty as I clutched them into fists beside me, and my heart was beating. I approached the door, it had squared mirrors and I could see through them. All the people, the shinning white marble floor, the columns and fences. There was a man standing in the entrance, and as I walked by, he reached out his hands and opened the door for me. Immediately, the music and noise from inside increased. "Good evening, sir." The man told me. I did not know what to do, I felt so odd. They even had people to open the door for you, I would've never imagined that! I smiled at him awkwardly as I passed by him and into the room. I scanned my surroundings, everything was a shinning mahogany color. I walked towards the fence and looked down towards all the lower ground. Which was a simple white marble floor with no furniture, as the grand staircase was lying there. It wouldn't make sense to put furniture and block the stairs. People walked down the stairs, by the walls, everywhere. And let me tell you, each one of them acted the same manner. If I'd observe their manner, I'd learn to behave like them and blend in easier. Under me, were most likely the tables and seats. Out the window was the view of the dark blue sky. The sun had vanished under the horizon and the stars illuminated the sky. Soothing classical music filled my ears, as I turned my eyes to the ceiling. It was a glass circle dome with many shapes and patterns, with a crystal chandelier hanging down at its center. I was staring in awe. I had never seen anything like it. I walked down the steps, and as I did, I turned around to meet my eyes with a clock. I listened to its tick tocking noise, as I turned my eyes back to what's in front of me. I began to walk down the stairs, staring at the walls around me. The people. I did not know where to go, what to do. So I crossed my arms and leaned my body against the column. There was a man in front of me, by the column as well. I observed his face, and gestures. He had one arm behind his back. A strolling couple walked past and smiled at me, I smiled in return. I observed everyone's gestures. I pulled my chin up, and pushed my chest out, pulling one arm to my back. I hope I could blend in well enough. I clearly had no idea what I was doing. Observing the way they had their arm around the arm of their couple, I tried practicing it. I felt so uncomfortable, my heart wouldn't stop beating. I needed to blend in, yet I did not know how. I just continued waiting for Rose and the others. I turned my eyes to the staircase to see Rose's mother and Rose's fiance walking down. I walked towards them, ready to say hello. Rose's husband met my eyes for a moment, and he didn't say a word, he only turned himself away to walk past me. I was left looking like a fool, as I had tried to say hello to them, only to be left for them to turn their backs on me. I looked at them for a moment, until I felt someone's presence. I looked around awkwardly, until I met eyes with Rose. She was standing on the staircase with her hand on the rail. She had a beautiful smile on her face as she began to walk down.

Like a leaf falling down through the air, she gracefully walked down the stairs. Her red auburn hair was in her casual up-do, but this time, she had some sort of elegant jewel necklace wrapped around her bun. A loose piece of curly hair fell over her pale oval face as she held her eyes on the ground. Her lips were as red as her hair, and she was wearing a shinning, sparkling red long dress. On her arms, she had white long gloves. She sparkled like a shiny diamond. She looked beautiful. I watched as she made the grand entrance towards me. I got onto a knee, and as our eyes met, I pulled her hand into mine, as I kissed the top of her gloved fingers. I looked up at her, as she laughed softly at me. "I saw that in a nickelodean once, and I always wanted to do it." I told her. She beamed with happiness, and I could see it. They way her eyes showed it, her smile. She was radiant, and the whole room could see it. She began to laugh at my comment as I got up to my feet and reached out my arm. She wrapped her arm around mine as I began to walk. I walked in an exaggerated manner, keeping my chin all the way up- on purpose. She laughed at my gestures. I looked at her, and smiled. We walked towards Cal and the others. "Darling," With her free hand, she touched Cal on the shoulder. He turned around and his smile vanished from his face, to be replaced with an astonished expression. "Surely you remember Mr. Dawson." Rose told him. "Dawson," He raised his eyebrows. "You look amazing, you could almost pass for a gentleman!" He told me as his eyes scanned me up and down. Rose's mother was looking at me in the same disgusted manner as before, but I was beginning to get used to it. I looked at Cal and smiled sarcastically at him, "Almost." Cal and Rose's mother Ruth, began to walk into the door to the restaurant, as Rose looked up at me. She smiled at me and I smiled back, as we walked through the door as well. Rose began to whisper to me, pointing to me at all the people in the room, all the famous and wealthy people. As suddenly, Molly walked by and smiled at me. "Care to escort a lady?" Molly asked me. I smiled in return as I put my arm out for her to take. I walked into the restaurant saloon with both Rose and Molly. "Ain't nothin' to it, is there, Jack?" Molly began as we walked into the open iron doors of the white shinning walls of the saloon. "Remember, just act like you own a goldmine, and you're in the club." She added. The room was filled with chandeliers, the tables were elegant, with white table cloths, the room was crowded. And although it wasn't completely silent, it had no comparison to the dinners in the third class part of the ship. There, that would only be considered a disaster. We walked towards a couple, standing by their seats. Rose began to speak, "J.J, Madeline... I'd like you to meet Jack Dawson." She told them. They both shook my hand, I smiled and acted politely in return. The man looked at me, I stared into his brown eyes as he asked me, "Are you of the Boston Dawsons?" "No," I tried to sound courteous as I corrected him. "the Chippewa Falls Dawsons actually." The man pretended to know exactly what I was talking about as he nodded and said, "Oh, yes." But I could clearly see his look of confusion. I was nervous, but I tried not to falter. As next thing I knew, I was sitting at a long rectangled white table, sitting with people of the class highest in the ship. I just could not believe I was actually there.

***Unedited*** Rose's Point of View Jack must've been nervous, I could see it in the way he tried his best to blend in. And although there were a few hints in the way he acted that made it obvious to us all that he didn't come from our class, he did a great job. As, the way he ate, the way he didn't know where to begin with, with all the food, forks, etc. Small, unnoticeable details. I hoped nobody payed a lot of attention to those small details. We sat on the long white table, and all around us, were people sitting on their own table- own conversation. It was almost as if each table was a world, and this big saloon was the universe. Jack looked so handsome, I had not imagined him to be dressed that manner as he was now. His caramel light brown hair was pulled entirely back with gel, he wore a black fancy suite, and his eyes sparkled. With his hair like that, his small blue eyes stood out more than usual. He was so handsome, and not only that- his breath smelt of mint, and his body of cologne. I was sure Molly had helped him. That surely was kind of her. Right that moment, I was sitting next to Cal, at the end of the long rectangle table, Jack was sitting next to Molly. And Molly in front of me. My hands were placed on my lap, my eyes were kept on Jack's. It was almost as if I couldn't keep my eyes off him, as if they were glued on him. He had a curious affect on me, and I still couldn't tell what it was. The room was like a ballroom at a palace, alive and lit by a constellation of chandeliers, filled with elegantly dressed people and beautiful music from BANDLEADER WALLACE HARTLEY'S small orchestra. As the music was playing, I turned my eyes over to Mother's, as she had begun to speak. Directing her speech to Jack. "Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they're quite good on this ship." I couldn't stand Mother just now, she always had to do it, she always did. Jack smiled at her, his blue eyes shone with the chandeliers overhead, and they seemed to sparkle as much as my dress did. "The best I've seen, m'am. Hardly any rats." He told her. Some in the table laughed. I turned my eyes towards Caledon, as he had begun to speak. "Mr. Dawson is joining us from the third class. He was of some assistance to my fiancee last night." Cal looked up at me, and I turned my eyes at the people around me as I began to speak. "It turns out he is also a fine artist, he was kind enough to show me his drawings just today." As Cal served himself mashed potato into his plate, he said, "Rose and I differ somehow on our definition of fine art, not to offend your work," He moved his eyes towards Jack. "Sir.." He finished his sentence. Jack shrugged his shoulders, and shook his hand- as if telling him not to worry. There was silence, when the Waiter approached Jack. He had not even removed the napkin from his plate. I kept my eyes on Jack as I motioned him to put the napkin on his lap. I observed Jack's look of confusion as he stared down at the silver wear before him, at his round white plate, he pulled the napkin onto his lap, as the way the Waiter served him some pudding, he looked at Molly and whispered to her something. Most probably some guidance to all of this. The Waiter looked at Jack and asked him if he wanted some Caviar. Jack, with all the confidence in the world said "No thank you, never did like Caviar much." I smiled at his comment feeling as if it warmed my heart, wish everyone would be as humble and good as him- as sincere. Since I met him, my life has been sparkled with a bit of originality.

"Where exactly do you live, Mr. Dawson?" My mother began. "Well, right now my address is the RMS Titanic. After that, I'm on God's good humor." Jack replied with a slight grin. "And how is it you have means to travel?" Mother said. He looked away for a moment, until beginning to speak again. I could tell the way he tried his best to seem confident and casual. "I work my way from place to place, you know... tramp steamers and such, but I won my ticket to Titanic here on a lucky handed poker, a very lucky handed," He moved his eyes across everyone on the table, with good emotional expressions on his face. His eyes showed the happiness he felt in expressing the tickets. Jack's eyes turned towards me as I smiled brightly at him. "All life is a game of luck," Began the man sitting with us across the table. I agreed with his comment, and was glad that he was making Jack feel better about himself with that comment. He felt less anxious as they began to accept him. "A real man makes his own luck happen, right Mr. Dawson?" Cal said. Jack nodded at him with a grin and raised eyebrows. My mother began to speak as she took a sip from her cup. "And you find that sort of rootless existence appealing, do you?" She asked, with her round blue eyes wide open from her raise of eyebrows. I saw the way Molly looked at Ruth, my mother and I must agree with her expression. My mother's comment was a bit harsh. Jack's eyes moved towards the ground for a moment, as I saw the way he took in a deep breath. "Well yes ma'me, I do." He turned his eyes to Mother, and raised his eyebrows with a closed-lip smile. I could see the way Cal was looking at him, and I wish everyone would just be more considerate of him. "I mean, I got everything I need with me now. Got the air in my lungs, and a few blank sheets of paper. You know, I love walking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen," He held a bread in his hand and I watched the way he took a bite from it. I listened to his words, feeling the deep affect they had over me. I wished I could be like him, think like he did. He was so humble and selfless. I just wished I could be like him, free and not needing fancy dressed and luxury to be happy. He was completely right with each word he said, it doesn't make sense to be sad when you already have more than you needed. Oh, I just wished I could think like him! I watched the way he spoke with a filled mouth and only thought it was cute, he specked my world with a bit of originality and I liked that- I liked him. "And umm, who I'm gonna meet," His eyes met mine, as if he was speaking to me. I felt a strange feeling wash all over me, I still couldn't tell what it was. It was confusing me. But, I felt touched. I felt good inside, it was as if he could see me... really see me for who I was. "Where I'm gonna wind up," It really was as if he were speaking to me and my problems. His words almost seemed to change me with each thing he said. "Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now, here I am, on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people." He raised his glass cup for the Waiter to serve him a drink. Yet, his words kept revolving inside my head like an echo. It was as if he were speaking to me and my stresses. Somehow, I felt changed. "I figured life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it, you want to take life as it comes down at ya," My husband was almost irritated by his comment, and I saw the way he pulled out a cigarette and popped it into his lips. "Here you go, Cal." Jack said as he threw him a lighter. Cal, startled, caught the lighter. I got the sense that not a lot of people had a liking to him, but some actually quite did. And to my surprise, Molly had a lot of consideration towards him.

No matter aw cal tries 2 make jack feel intimidated nd unwanted.... Jack still have a way 2 rub it on his face... I love dat

so natural

Ruth nd cal nawa oooooooooo

Jack I dey fell u jare

This rich people sef.....

Titanic..... I lyk diz Jack bcos of his boldness 2 speak wid vhiz people reqardless of their wealth.......Cal miqht be havinq the feelinq that Jack is qonna take Rose away from him......

i like ur courage jack even when u ar nt happy wit wot dy sy u dnt let dem gain a word or deir feeling from u dy wnt u to b sad bt u put on smiling nd dy ar d1 dat wil av d headache becos dy dnt succeed with deir act

u ar mistaking in dis ur counting in my total post u ar just repeating 136 all d tyme since tuesday night

"To make each day count." Jack had said. "Well said, Jack." Molly said. "Yeah, yeah!" Another man said. I looked at Jack, and noticed the way a smile spread across my lips. I was in love with his strange personality, his care-free, goodness inside of him. I was lost at the depths of his originality. I was lucky to have met someone like him, already I was feeling better about my life. I smiled, as I raised my cup. "To make each day count." I said as I started making cheers. I was proud at Jack and his speech. I was impressed at the word's affect on me. I had to let him know. And everyone around me followed the cheers. They all raised their glasses and aloud and altogether they said, "To make it count!" Jack was looking at me, as he raised his cup as well, awkwardly, as he did not know exactly what to do, then last was Cal, whom smiled at Jack. And then everyone took a sip from their glass. I was glad everyone had joined in, into the cheers. Even Cal. Jack was feeling less anxious and I could see it. The rest of the conversation was the usual, nothing too interesting yet nothing boring. Jack was doing better with blending in, and the people around us were doing a better job at accepting him. Up next was the ballroom dance, as you could see, I already knew the order as the same thing happened everyday. I could almost even put up a schedule to remind myself, but I didn't really have to do that, as it was already memorized in my head. Everyone had finished eating, the dessert was gone as well. Everyone got off their seats, and stood on their feet. I did as well, Jack walked towards me and whispered to me. "Where are we going?" Molly joined the whispering, as she replied for me. "We're going to the ballroom, where you dance-" Jack didn't allow Molly to finish what she was saying and interrupted, saying. "I have no idea how to dance or, whatever it is you do." "Don't worry, I'll help you- if it is Cal will allow me be with anyone else besides him." I told him. I smiled cheerfully at him, feeling an uncomfortable red curl fall over my eyes, I pushed it back, feeling Cal and mother walk towards me. Their footsteps echoed in the air. "Rose," Cal said, he had stopped walking and now stood a few feet away from Jack and Molly. His expression showed the coldness inside of him, the wanting for me to not be with Jack. I just hoped Mother didn't tell Cal about the spitting this afternoon. I tilted my head to the ground, until making my way back towards Cal. We walked in silence, side by side, walking up the stairs, and there a fragrance of a sweet smell of flowers by the entrance of the ballroom filled my nostrils. "I-I'll catch up to you later, Cal." I told him, planting my feet by the door. Cal gave me a disapproving nod, but anyway how, walked through the doors and soon enough, I lost sight of him, from all the people inside. The door to the ballroom was glass, and the borders filled with interesting patterns and shapes of silver. The smell of flowers filled my nostrils, the sound of classical music filled my ears. Blurred voices, conversations coming from inside. It was almost as if the sound, the music, the people- just to summarize it all- the sound were coming from another world. I stood there, for a moment, waiting for Jack to arrive.

My face lighted up when I saw as Jack approached, with Molly. His eyes moved across the room, until meeting mine. There, he gave me a bright smile. I returned the smile as I walked towards him. "Jack," I smiled. "Rose," He imitated my tone of voice. I laughed softly. The Stewart inside by the door opened the door for us, the sound from inside increased, filling my ears. I stepped in, turned my face around and looked at Jack in the eyes. "Hahaha," Jack began to laugh. "Why are you laughing?" I asked him, laughing as well. "It's just," He took a step beside me, so he wouldn't block the entrance for the others. Molly joined us as well. "It looked so perfect, so interesting, the way the world behind you looked. I mean, you were just standing there and from behind you there were so many people." Jack said. "And you find that humorous?" I laughed. "The way you're ignoring it is humorous." Jack replied. "What?" I laughed. "Yeah, I don't understand you either Jack." Molly laughed. Jack laughed. His face beamed brightly, like the shinning sun in the sky. It was hard to remove my eyes from his round face. Loved the way his small almond eyes disappeared when he smiled. The way his cheeks pushed his eyes away. He was just too handsome, I had no idea what I was feeling that moment. But it was something I had never felt before. Crystal chandeliers covered the flower pattern-filled ceiling. The white columns were white and the only simple looking thing in the large room. Everything else was painted with patterns, or crystals, or gold, silver, etc. But everything felt right, and I didn't understand how. Normally, I'd feel like worthless junk- but for some reason, today felt different. And I sort of knew why, because Jack was here with me. I felt someone tap my shoulder, I turned around- startled. It was Cal, he was smiling at me. "Care for a dance, Rose?" He told me. I met eyes with Jack for a moment, and turned away from them regretfully. I wanted to stay with him, with anyone besides Cal. Cal only reminded me of the life I am bound to every single time I looked into his brown dull eyes. And with Jack, it is the opposite. I smiled, a small closed lip fake smile as I began dancing with Cal, under the chandelier light. I had an arm over his back, he had an arm on my waist, my other hand was entwined with Cal's. I didn't enjoy it, and something told me that it was quite obvious to the outside world that I wasn't enjoying it. "What is the matter, Rose?" Cal's deep masculine voice snapped me back into reality. I blinked, turning my eyes towards his. "What?" "You've been rather strange lately." It was as if he had not said a thing, as I only turned my eyes away and did not reply. I lost myself in the sight of everyone around us. All the dancing couples, the same movements, the same dance moves. I even saw Jack, dancing with Molly. Or just Molly trying to teach Jack how to dance, and before I realized it- a smile spread across my lips as the sight of his trying. "Why are you smiling, Rose?" Cal asked. This whole time, he had been staring at me. I felt intimidated. In a startled manner, I turned my eyes back towards him. "I," I began, but my eyes trailed off to my feet. "I... Umm," I did not know what to say, really, so I said the first thing that came to my mind "I remembered something quite amusing." I told him.

He lifted an eyebrow, and nodded. We kept on dancing, silence was the only thing that followed between us. I had all the urge in the world to let go of Cal and rush towards Jack. To laugh at his humorous attempts in dancing, to actually feel happy at the originality of the feeling he had casted over me. And you know what, I will. Once mother or someone comes for Cal. Cal and I continued dancing under the chandelier, when suddenly, I met eyes with Jack. "Cal, do you mind if I take her away for a while?" Jack was grinning. I removed myself from Cal and looked at him in the eyes, waiting for see his reaction. "No, not at all," Cal's fake smile was what shone on his face. The kind of smile that only lasted a second until vanishing from his face, revealing his true reaction and feelings. I placed my hand on Jack's as he took me away from my nightmare. I smiled with all the joy in the world as he pulled me close. I began to laugh at his attempts with the dance. He had an arm around my waist and I had an arm on his shoulder. "What are you doing Jack?" I laughed out. "Trying to fit into your world." He replied with the same laughing face as mine. "But this isn't even my world," I told him, as he began trying to spin me around. "And where did you get that dance from?" I laughed out. "I have no idea, just am inventing." He replied. I was laughing, as we continued making up dance moves, ignoring the boring world around us. Whenever I was with Jack, he gave me a sense of something so unique- so beautiful. I simply did not care of what the people around us were saying to our dance. We were the only ones, and I liked that. A few minutes passed, when the crazy dance was over, and we both were much calmer. I had my head against his shoulder, my body was close to him- too close, and I could feel his heartbeat, his breathing. I was almost falling asleep. Our dance was much slower. "Oh Jack, I'm so glad I met you." I whispered to him. "I'm glad as well." He replied with a smile. I turned my eyes up towards his, to see their sparkle as they met mine. "Rose, I can see your boredom." He told me. I began laughing, pulling my face away, "What?" I laughed out. "So, you want to go to a real party so you won't be as bored as you are now?" He raised an eyebrow at me, an interesting smile, the kind that makes you feel understood and beautiful. A kind of smile you only come across once or twice your life. I smiled at him, asking myself what was going on. He began to pull me through the crowd. "What? Where are you taking me, Jack!" I laughed out. "You'll see," He replied through the beaming laughter.

U will knw soon @ rose

Third class party

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henheen jack is over-stepping is boundary

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[b]Unedited[/b] Jack's Point of View Rose and I escaped the world like fleeing birds on a stormy night. She showed me her world, I figured that now it was my turn to show her mine. I was holding onto her warm hand, as I was dragged her across the room, and out of the world. We weren't at the ballroom and instead, at an empty hallway, I pulled her onto me with a mocking grin as her saw her face was grinning. "Jack! What's going on?" She said through the laughing. I fell my back against the white shinning wall and felt her against me. I ran my fingers through her soft red curl that fell over her face. Her eyes were gazing into mine. But my attention was on my hand holding her curl. I moved my eyes back to hers, letting my hand swing freely back to beside me. "What are you doing, Jack?" Rose asked me, I remembered the way her gentle smile ran across her ruby red lips. "To make each day count," I smiled at her. "come with me Rose." I told her, as I grabbed her hand again and took my first step to the left, where the exit that lead to the outside corridor of the ship was. "What are you talking about?" She asked me. I only laughed in return, turning my eyes to in back of me, to meet her eyes as I walked off. Her face was illuminated by the dim wall lights. She looked beautiful, like a shinning star in the night sky, she sparkled. We left the first class of the ship, until we were all the way in the bottom, in the third class part of the ship. I took her through the white painted hallways, until I reached out my hand to open a door. A door to a lot of noise, a bit too much. She looked at me, "Look where you took me, oh Jack! You know me so well!" She beamed with happiness as she entered the noisy room. The room was a crowded one, barely any space to get through, all the way in the corner were the bards with their instruments, people danced joyfully, and unlike in the upper class, here in the lower, no one cared of a thing, just danced and drank. Didn't matter what you wore, didn't matter how you danced, didn't matter where you came from- everyone was accepted. The room was crow led and alive with music, laughter and raucous carried on. An ad hoc band was gathered near the upright piano, honking out lively stomping music on fiddle, accordion and tambourine. People of all ages were dancing, drinking beer and wine, smoking, laughing, even brawling. I pulled Rose through the room, until meeting Fabrizio and Toby. They were sitting on a wooden low table, with small short seats. "Hey," I grinned widely at them. Fabrizio and Toby looked up, surprised at whom I'd brought with me. "Fabrizio, Toby... this is Rose, Rose, this is Fabrizio and Toby." I said, introducing them to her, her to them. Confusing, I know... Rose smiled at them, and said "Hello Jack's friends." The loud and joyful music was so blaring with a fast paced, joyful melody that we couldn't hear each other. But it didn't matter, I turned around to meet Rose's eyes. "Rose, you were kind enough to show me your world... but this right here- is mine." I told her. She grinned widely at me. "It's much better than mine!" She told me. Rose took a seat with Tobby and Fabrizio, as I did as well. We tried to speak for a moment, but the music was so loud that we decided to just give up. Soon enough, Fabrizio found himself a lady to dance with, and before I knew it, I heard my name be called out from behind me. I turned my face around to face Cora, a five year old sweet heart I had meet the other day. "Jack!" She shouted with her cute toddler voice, her brown hair was pulled into pigtails, and her red cheeks vivid by her bright smile.

"Cora!" I said with the same tone of voice as her's. "Jack, come on dance! Everyone else is dancing!" She said. I laughed as I pulled myself to my feet, and held both Cora's hands in mine. She placed her feet atop of mine as we began hopping around in circles going to the music. Rose, meanwhile was laughing, clapping her hands to the music, Tobby meanwhile trying to have a conversation with her. A few minutes passed when the tune stopped, as I reached down my face to be at Cora's height and told her. "I'm going to dance with her, now." I pointed at Rose. I still had her soft fat small hands in mine as I motioned Rose to get up. "Come on," I told her. Rose held a cup of beer in her hands as her expression swifted into a perplexed one. "What?" She said. "Come on!" I told her again. She wouldn't get up, I reached my hand towards her's to pull her up. "No, Jack... Jack, wait!" She cried. She was looking at me in the eyes, all the people from behind her blurred as my attention was only on her beautiful face. "I can't do this." Rose told me. I laughed as I told her, "We're going to have to get a little bit closer," I placed my hand on her waist as I pulled her close. I could feel our bodies touch, and even her breath on my neck. She looked a bit uncomfortable, but I had to show her what my life was like. She was a bit nervous and didn't know exactly what to do, how to act. But I felt the same way when she took me to her fancy dinner. She placed her hand on the small of my back, as I met eyes with Cora. Oh, Cora... I could see it in her eyes the way she wanted to keep dancing with me. An adorable little girl she was, "You're still my favorite dancer, Cora." I told her. She smiled widely at me. I began to jump up and down, with one hand on Rose's waist, another entwined with her hand. "I don't know that steps." Rose told me in an out of breath manner. I watched as her bouncy curls went up and down, but her expression showed that she didn't want to dance. She was just too shy to. "Neither do I, just go with it! Don't think" I told her. She shut her eyes as tight as possible as she tried to go with the dance. She felt awkward, I could see it, but soon enough she started to get into it. She grinned at me as she started to get the rhythm of the music. She began to laugh as well, as we raced across the room. I looked at the sparkle her eyes created, her beaming face. I had never seen her so happy before. And probably everyone in the room knew she did not come from third class. No one actually payed attention, but I saw the way people went staring at Rose. Well, what to expect, she was dressed with an elegant red dress, she did have her hair into a fancy up do, and of all, she was the most beautiful one in the room. I pulled her across the room, seeing the small stage, there, I forced her up to come with me. "Wait, Jack! No!" She cried out, as I pulled her up. Something I'd realize about her, she is afraid to react and live freely. She thinks before every decision, a bit too much. She should learn to be more care-free, because once she does let herself go, she is the most amazing person I could've ever met. I grinned at her, as I pushed my hands into my pockets and began to tap dance to the fast pacing music, kept my eyes to my black shiny shoes. Feeling my chest pump up and down, I was panting... but I just wouldn't stop dancing no matter how out of breath I was. Rose observed, a smile suddenly forming on her lips. "Ahh, haha!" She laughed as she pulled her shoes off, she threw them to the crowd, some lucky person caught them. She was wearing black wine colored leggings, as she pulled her dress up. Revealing to me her slim skinny legs. A beautiful body. She, herself began to tap dance as well. And to my surprise, she knew the steps perfectly.

I raised an eyebrow as I stared, she looked up at me. "I bet you had no idea I could do that," She laughed out. "No idea," I shook my head with a grin. "There are many things people would've never guessed of me." She grinned. We both began tap dancing as the music's speed increased, and soon enough, I got out my arm for her to take. She grinned as she wrapped her arm around mine, there we began to skip around the stage's wooden floor. I took her other hand, and before I knew it, I put all my body weight to the air, as I was swinging my body freely in the air. Rose, wanting to not do it- did it anyways. I looked at her face, she had her eyes shut and a smile spread across her lips. I could feel her heartbeat from here. I felt like we were going to fall off the stage, but it didn't matter. I was laughing like never before, Rose was laughing as well. Her was face was tightened as tightly as possible, her eyes shut, a big wide smile on her ruby red lips. "Jack, no!" She cried out. "Woaaaahhhhghh!" I cried out with laughter. "Aaaaahh!" Rose's feminine scream, only made me laugh harder. I watched her face, as her red curls fell over her pale skin, we were spinning around like mad-men. People around us were clapping and watching. But it was as if they didn't matter, my only attention was on her. Rose was a different kind of girl. And on that moment, I didn't understand what it was I felt, but it was something I had never felt before. I wished this would never stop. We both were panting, our hearts racing, but we kept on smiling. I couldn't believe this at all. I remembered when I first saw her that day when I had met Tobby, when she was looking out at the horizon, and now look what we've become. Whatever it was I was feeling, I'll tell you something. I was in awe by her interesting personality. I had never felt this joy before, but it wasn't only joy I felt. There was something else mixed to it, yet I couldn't find the words to describe exactly what it was. It didn't matter, I was making each day count as I had said at dinner earlier. And I was making it count like never before. Before I knew it, we had let go to be sent out flying like a bullet through the air, to fall on our backs. I could still hear Rose's laughter although it hurt so much, but she kept on laughing. I pulled myself to my feet and helped her up. She grabbed my hand, and with her laughing face, she told me. "Jack, you are crazy! I wish every day would be like this!" She stood on her feet as I pulled her towards Tobby and all the others to steal two cups of beer. I handed one to Rose, as I took a sip from mine. I turned around, to see the way she kept on gulping and gulping from her beer, without any stop whatsoever. I could feel the laughing from inside, come out to the outside. She turned her face towards mine, and let out a loud exhale. "W-What?" She said in an out of breath kind of manner. "You think a first class lady can't drink?" Before I could even laugh, someone rushed onto me and pushed me onto Rose, spilling her drink all over her. I looked at the drunk and clumsy man, and pushed him away. "Dude, get outta here!" I shouted as I looked back at Rose's eyes. "Are you alright?" I asked her. Her reaction was one of which I had never expected, she was laughing with all her might. Oh Rose, she was so unique and different from all the other first class people. Her hair was damp with beer, and messy, she looked disheveled but anyway how, she looked as beautiful as ever. She walked towards the table where Tobby was arm-wrestling another man, she dropped her cup in front of them. "So," She began, and I already knew what was going on, she was becoming tipsy and slightly cocky! I was so interested at the many sides to her that she has shown to me, and to have thought she wanted to commit suicide. All the mens' attention fell to her. "You think you're big tough men?" She scanned left and right, at the two faces with a proud closed lip smile. "Let's see you do this." In her stocking feet she assumed a ballet stance, arms raised, and went up on point, taking her entire weight on the tips of her toes. The guys gaped at her incredible muscle control. She came back down, then her face screw up in pain. She grabbed one foot, hopping around. She fell onto me, catching her, she cried out, "Oww, oww! I haven't done that in years!" People began to clap at her. Some even whistled. She was laughing as I held her in my arms. She kept on laughing as she let her body fall, I moved closer towards her to keep her away from falling as I laughed along with her. The room was filled with liveliness, Rose was filled with liveliness. For the rest of the night, Rose and I continued to jump around and dance. Rose at that moment, was filled with joy and was slightly tipsy. I just couldn't believe the many sides she had to her. I lived the fire she had in her, that fierce fire. I was amazed. She was the most amazing person I had ever met.

Readinq vhiz wid a smile on my face........ Rose feels very free wid the lower class than the hiqh class.....If Cal were to be here....hmmm jealousy would av filled the room...lol....next please...

Wow! I feel like seeing d movie once again

Nice one there

nice1 nxt plz

[b]Who remember this moment in the movie through the photo?[/b] [img]http://api.ning.com/files/W97Lb6HVt1UAtg*a58M1iPrbNsLToz7k4wgDIHpeX9MtxNjp07FMo6qj2-0fmnfqK*wVKYLh9Y9*6SW-AbNjunEqv5cdDAIC/Titanic0192.jpg[/img] [b]Unedited Rose's Point of View[/b] "Jack!" I cried out. He was smiling widely at me, but it was a unique kind of smile- because he was blushing. It was a shy smile, somehow. I placed my hand on his cheek, running my thumb through his cheek bone, his smile was so beautiful. I couldn't stop laughing myself. He had his hand held tightly on the small of my back, feeling his warm hand plastered onto my warm skin. Only made it even warmer in this crowded, humid room. I was almost falling onto my back, but he caught me, as I gazed into his eyes- laughing. He pulled me up and I removed my hand from his face. "Jack, let's get away! Where no one can see, I need to tell you something!" I cried out. "What?" He shouted back, a look of confusion. "Yes, we need to be alone! I need to tell you something very important!" I shouted back. "I think your just a bit tipsy and need some sleep." Jack laughed out. "Not at all! I only had one drink!" I laughed in return. I looked at him for a moment, observed the way his caramel colored hair stuck to his slightly tanned face, as he was sweating a bit. And although he looked disheveled, he looked even handsomer that way actually! "Fine, I guess I'll have to tell you here then!" I shouted. "What?" Jack shouted back. There was so much movement and noise around us, I didn't understand what Jack said. Until analysing his words again, I understood he had said "what". We were just standing there, through the dancing crowd. They pushed onto us, tripped into us. But we both were ignoring it all. "I said, I'll tell you here. It's something important!" He raised an eyebrow at what I said, like wondering what on earth I was going to say. I giggled some more, something I rarely do, I was so happy that I acted strange. I was acting like a person I never knew I had inside me. And I began to speak through the smile that just couldn't be wiped off my face, "Jack, I need to let you know... the feelings you've given to me. You know the night when I tried to commit suicide, well," I trailed off, as Jack interrupted what I was saying. "Come on," He told me, his voice quickly swifting into an understanding one, moving his eyes across the room and pulling me by the wrist towards the white stairs. We hurried through the stairs, until we made it towards the fresh cool air of outside. I walked towards the railing, feeling everything around me much more serene. I could hear the music and noise from inside the party, like a little ant screaming for help. All that mattered, all that was put in my attention- was Jack. His eyes sparkled like the stars that illuminated the dark sky, his smile was like the golden warm sun- warmed you up and made you felt better, and his presence was like hope being given to the most hopeless thing you could imagine. He made me feel so happy, so free- I just had to let him know! "Jack," I laughed, as I placed my hands on both sides of his cheeks, pulling his face close into something similar to a hug as I gasped out through all the laughter. I pulled him away again, to look at him in the eyes, I took a deep breath- trying to call myself down. "I'm sorry for you to see me this crazy, maybe you are right- I am tipsy, but I just needed to let you know something." I told him. Jack, laughing charmingly, asked, "What is going on, Rose?" His voice ended in a bright smile with a mocking raise of an eyebrow. I loved that expression of his. "Look, so, a-as I was saying..." I turned my eyes quickly towards the black waves below me, the black horizon, the star-lit sky. But the waves were smooth and calm, they almost looked like a mirror. Reflecting the stars and moon above. It almost looked as if I was looking down at the universe. I could see every constellation, even the purple-blue color of the galaxy, I felt like I was breathing in the universe. I was on top of it all, when before I felt so small...

"Tell me, Rose!" He laughed. I smiled, until I began to speak again. "That night, when I was going to commit suicide... Well, you saved me. And not only from my death, but from feeling the pain again. Ever since I met you, although it's only been a day, I suddenly feel so free. Like all my pains were as far from me as possible. And I figured, you were the one who made me feel this way. Jack, you mean everything to me. Truly. And I want to thank you, for every beautiful feeling you've granted to me." My words suddenly became like an inspiration and I felt so happy to be expressing them. Jack's eyes beamed even brighter than how they were before. He smiled brightly at me. "I'm glad, Rose. I'm very lucky to have met you as well." He was acting so mature, and I felt like the immature one. Normally, it'd be the opposite. He's the immature one! I couldn't stand how cute he looked, I couldn't hold back the strange skipping of my heart, the goosebumps that ran up my skin, this strange and confusing feeling- it's coming back! I placed my hand on the back of his neck, feeling the tips of his hair touch my skin. I pulled him into a tight hug. "Good night, Jack." I told him, as I let go. He looked at me in the eyes for one last time. "Rose, can I see you tomorrow?" He asked me. "Of course, Jack. I don't normally make promises, but I promise you that we'll be life time friends. We'll keep being in contact once he get out of the ship, and we'll be happy for ever, even if I have a giant asshole as my husband." I told him. He began to laugh at my comment. I didn't understand why I was acting this way, what I was feeling... But it didn't actually quite feel like me. Or maybe it was just a side of me I hadn't met before. Whatever it was, I didn't have to think and fear. I was in love with this feeling Jack gave to me. I finally felt understood, seen for who I was. I finally felt the way I wanted to feel this whole time. He made me forget about the life I had without control of. He made me feel so free, as free as the blowing wind. For some reason, when I told him about being life time friends... I felt something more in my heart, another desire. I surely didn't know how admit it, was afraid to... But I wanted to be more than just life time friends.

Um...love ooo

U want 2 b mor dan just life time friend wit him. I love dat comment @ rose

I wish it ended well.... I jez hope i wont cry d way i alwyz cry after watching d movie....

[b]Unedited[/b] Jack's Point of View The cold wind blew on Rose's red curls, they fell across her face. She looked at me in the eyes, as she told me her her last words of the day. "Good bye, Jack. See you tomorrow." She had a curious smile rushing past her lips. I smiled at her, pressing my back onto the railing, feeling the cold wind blow on my hair, into my clothes- creating ripples. I felt shivers run up my spine. A closed lip smile, my eyes following her as she began to walk away. The dim lights illuminated her face, as she reached towards the door. Before she even opened it, she looked back. She met my eyes, and gave me one last smile, before reaching her hand out towards the metal handle, opening the door. And when she did, a tall and solemn looking man stood in front of her. Wait, I knew him- I recognized him. Rose casted her eyes up, slowly, from the floor to the man's eyes. She parted her lips, a look of mortification filled her face. Timid and shy, she couldn't hold eye contact as she took a step back. She had been standing too close to him, her cheeks flushed. "Rose Dewitt Bukater!" The man announced. "Cal and the others have been looking for you everywhere! And this whole time you were at this filthy place!" The man suddenly turned his eyes to me for a second. I didn't know where to go, whether I should've left or stayed. This man was the one who had given me those two cigarettes that other night. In a brisk, he placed his hand on her shoulder. "Come on, we have to go." He told her. He pulled her away, but Rose turned her face around to meet my eyes. She parted her lips, she wanted to tell me something. But before she could, the man pulled her into the hallway. The door was left shutting with a loud bang. I was left standing there, feet crossed, one arm put along the rail. I didn't exactly want to leave, so I decided to stay a little while more- alone. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it myself. Stood there a moment, stared at the night sparkling sky, all the stars, the colors, I stared as it was reflected on the waves below. It looked beautiful. As if I were God and I were looking down at creation. The coldness outside was extreme, so I decided returning to my room. Fabrizio was still at the party the moment I returned to the room. Most likely, Tobby was with him and he was probably still dancing with that blond Polish lady he met. I laid on my back, staring at the ceiling. Rose. She surprised me today awfully. It took a while for me to have fallen asleep that night. The image of Rose wouldn't escape my mind. As if it had been glued onto me. A curious, and interesting girl. So different from everyone I had ever met. She revealed to me her true feelings, or maybe I just listened to her well enough to understand. She had told me I made her feel free, and happy. She had promised me to be life time friends. I don't know if she only said those things for being a bit tipsy, or if she really meant them. But she had affected me in a strange manner. Yet I still couldn't admit what it was I felt for her. Was I in love? Was I crushing? Was it all an illusion, was I simply dreaming? Nothing made sense, but suddenly I got the sense that my life had been changed because of only one person. And this was the first time. I was glad to have met her. And decided to take this to my advantage- this life God has granted to me. I will use it for good and make each day count. As I had told her family this dinner. I meant it, every single word I said. I will make each day count.

[b]Unedited[/b] Rose's Point of View The hot, thick vapor covered the whole room, as I dipped my head into the warm, bubble covered water. Making splashing noises, I pulled my head back onto the surface. The air touched my warm wet skin, my wet hair stuck onto the side of my face. I was sitting on a white shiny bath tub, with warm pleasant water. I was so tired, that I could just fall asleep while taking a bath. The mahogany door was closed shut, along with a lock. I knew Cal would come and scold me for what I did. I was sure Lovejoy told everyone. It felt so terrible. Why couldn't they just let me be free and do what I love? It was not like Jack was a lover or anything, I would understand if Cal prohibited me from seeing him if he meant something more. But did he mean something more? It felt strange, to know I was actually feeling something else. Maybe it was small, and just a little flame. But it was growing in size-- this feeling I felt. Maybe I was only confused, maybe this feeling wasn't love. Maybe?... I don't know. But it was best to keep those feelings to myself and not let anyone know. If anyone knew, oh it would be a living hell! Sometimes I thought maybe even Jack liked me. But no, I knew it was all in my head. I was just crazy, tired, and confused. That was why I was getting those feelings. I'll go to sleep and once I wake up, I'll be back to normal. I was sure. I reached out my pale arm from the warm water, feeling the cool air touch my arm, watched as droplets of water fell from my arm and back to the surface, I clutched my wet hands onto a jar of shampoo. I pulled it closer towards me, squirting its thick purple paste onto my open palm. I dropped it onto the water, letting it float on the surface freely. Even a jar of shampoo seemed to be more free than how I was, how witty it seemed. I reached my hands up towards my head, scrubbing my scalp. Bubbles covered all my hair. Soon enough, I rinsed it off with the water. Knowing I was done taking a bath, the wrinkles appeared on the skin of my hands. But I didn't want to get out! Anyway how, I pulled myself up, my bare naked body feeling as if knives covered with frost hit every single part of my skin. Although the whole bathroom was vapor filled and hot, the air felt cold, as I was sitting in 85° degrees bathtub water. I passed a water dripping leg over towards the shiny marble floor, then the other leg. I stood there, staring at my reflection on the long mirror in front of me. The water ran down my legs and onto the floor I was standing on. Great, Cal hates it when I leave puddles of water on the floor after I take baths. I walked towards the white fluffy towel that sat atop of the marble counter. I reached out my hand towards it, and then wrapped it around my whole body. I met my eyes on the vapor covered mirror, a blurry reflection. I dried myself completely, then dumped the towel back onto the wet floor to clean up later. I stood on my bare feet, walking towards the white nightgown laid out for me on the marble counter. I slipped it on, as I walked towards the mirror. I stood in front of it, as I pulled a cabinet door open for a comb. The back part of the comb had a beautiful pattern carved into it. A pretty comb it was, I met my eyes on the mirror. As the vapor soon enough left the mirror. I began to brush through my dripping hair. As I continued to brush my hair, I noticed something from behind me. I stared at the reflection of it on the mirror, feeling a rush of goosebumps over my arms. It was surely my imagination, I thought. I stared at it long enough, my eyes stuck in place as if they froze with fear. But it wasn't my imagination, the figure stayed there, by the wall. Suddenly, on its face I saw as its purple life-less lips curled into a smile.

I dropped the comb, it made a noise when it fell. I turned my eyes around in a fright, my wet dripping hair swayed as I did. I gasped out in terror, my heart began to race, as I had just met eyes with the most terrifying thing ever. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" I yelled out. I observed the figure, a shadowy ghostly figure, stood beside the bathtub with its hair darkening all of it. I managed to see the deadly pale skin, the piercing turquoise eyes, they shined up like two blue flashlights. It was a bright neon color which hurt my eyes by looking. It looked like a girl-- a dead girl. My heart beat began to rush and throb from inside my chest, and the hot air around me suddenly began to feel ghostly cold. Its presence was turning everything around me into bitter, deathly coldness. What was this? What was going on? Was that some sort of ghost, what was it doing here? I had the sudden urge to run away from the bathroom and scream at the top of my lungs, "I just saw a ghost in my bathroom!" But instead, it was as if the fear planted my feet onto the floor. I couldn't move or do anything, except breath heavily at the sight in front of my eyes. The girl looked up at me, and although her face wasn't very clear, I could see the shape of her eyes. Her thick purple lips, her oval face. And to my surprise, she almost looked like me! My breath was caught beneath my throat as I stared at her. "I came here to warn you," Her voice replied. A soft, strange voice. A voice that almost seemed to have had to travel through another world to get to my ears. She walked closer towards me, I walked as back as I could, until my back hit against the counter. "D-Don't get any closer!" I shouted, my voice quivered though. "Rose, I came to warn you about your future." She told me. "Leave me alone!" I shouted. My palms were clutched onto the counter, sweaty palms. My heart wouldn't stop throbbing. But instead of running away, I stayed there... planted onto the floor. Her footsteps echoed through the room in an unnatural manner. "Something terrible is going to happen, Rose. I need to warn you and protect you for your own sake. Rose... I am you! Can't you see!" She cried out. I want panting, as she walked closer and closer towards me. Every second seemed more terrifying. But, I finally was able to overcome the fear, and shouted, "Go away, you demon!" And I ran across the room with heavy pants. I opened the door and rushed into my bedroom. Then, I closed the door shut. I pressed my back onto the door, panting. Thoughts rushed through my head in an endless manner, all that there was, was confusion and fear. What was going on!? I need to tell someone!... Should I? I had no idea what to do that moment, I was afraid and couldn't seem to be able to breathe normally. Suddenly, Trudy came rushing towards the door. She most probably heard my screams. "Rose, is there a problem?" She asked me, her dark curly hair loosely fell over her shoulders, she was still awake, she should've already gone to sleep. Unless Cal and the others were still awake and having a smoke. "N-No, I... I just thought I saw something," My lips quivered, my whole body trembling. "but i-it was purely my imagination." I added. "You sure you don't need a glass of water, or something else?" She replied. I shook my head, "No thank you, Trudy. I'll just head off to sleep now." I choked out the words.

She nodded her head, "Well, good night Rose." She said before slipping away from the door. Closing it shut. I was left standing alone in my room. No, why did she have to leave. How was I going to sleep, what if that thing I saw was still in my bathroom, well, I'll just not open the bathroom door ever again. I walked towards the bed, the sweet smelling sheets. I tucked myself in, pulling the blanket all the way over my ear. Clutching my hands on the blanket, my body turned away from the bathroom. It was hard to get sleep that night, but soon enough, I did. That very night, I had a dream, that the Titanic sank. I had a dream, that everything changed before me. Something was haunting me and Jack. Something terrible happened. I woke up soon enough from that nightmare, screaming with fear. It was only just a dream, and I knew it. Actually, that ghost I saw was a dream as well. Nothing that had happened that day was real. It was all just a dream. Thank goodness it was all a dram. It was all a dream. *** The sunshine spilled in through the open windows of the ship the next morning, casting the room with a nice rusty golden light, a relaxing breeze. The fine white curtains were drawn open, flying along with the wind. The sun was back lighting me, and I felt the warm breeze blow on my neck. There was a glass vase, with a pretty vivid red rose inside, it sparkled in the sunlight. I stared at the glass vase, as I picked up my silver fork from the round small table. The sun was so bright, it even casted a warm chocolate tone of a color in my fiance's dull brown eyes. I placed my hand back to the straw seat's armrest, and turned my eyes towards the walls behind Cal. An interesting architecture, it gave me a "beachy" feel. It was about 10 in the morning, and I was having breakfast with Cal. I felt relaxed, although I knew that everything around me screamed anxiety. I felt the sense Cal knew exactly where I was, and where I went yesterday. He turned his eyes up, looking at me in a bitter manner, I felt his deadly stare and I turned my eyes over to him. We held eye-contact. And the tension I felt and knew was around, was real after all. I was correct. "I had hoped you would come to me last night." Cal tells me, a stern melody to his deep voice. "I was tired." I replied as I placed my tea cup back onto the table. I was lying, but something in me told me that everyone around me knew what happened yesterday. Including him. And I was right once again, "Yes. Your exertions below decks were no doubt exhausting." A bitter sarcasm was what came out his mouth, not the kind of sarcasm Jack makes. Suddenly a rage in me grew. I stared blankly at the wall, until I couldn't stand staying silent once again. This time, I would speak. This time, I would be me and not the quiet, and speechless girl I used to be. "I see you had that undertaker of a manservant follow me, how typical." I told him, feeling a wave of proud-ness wash over me. There was silence in the air, when suddenly Cal broke it with his pompous voice. "You will never behave like that again, Rose... Do you understand?" I was tired of feeling like a small girl left in chains. A small girl, with her hands pressed against the walls around her. I was giving up, but suddenly the rage brought me back to life, as I banged my hands onto the walls- breaking them. Earning the freedom I deserved. I was tired of feeling trapped, and I was confident enough to fight for the life I wanted. I returned the bitter look, and I spoke my feelings- for the first time in my life. "I'm not some foreman in your mills than you can command," I trailed my eyes onto the ground, until returning them back to Cal. And with a stronger and louder voice, I said, "I am your fiancee--"

Cal looked up, his eyes growing wide with the anger I could sense in the air. I could see the way his eyes changed of color, I could see the tint of red in his face, I could see as his hair fell onto his face. I could see the anger in every aspect around me. I suddenly felt my throat tighten, should I truly have said that? I was doubting, and that was a bad sign- because it all happened within a blink of an eye. Cal pulled himself from his seat, biting his lips. His face tightened, and in furious movement, he exploded. With both arms, he swept the whole table onto the ground. All the plates and silver wear fell onto the ground, shattering on the smooth surface. Plates shattered and cracked, the vase split in two, feelings died inside my throat. I let out a small gasp as I pulled my head as far up as I can onto my chair. He moved towards me in one shocking moment, glowered over me and gripped the sides of my chair, my arms fell beside me, and I gulped in, feeling my heart race. I was trapped between his arms, with nowhere to run off to. I suddenly felt like I have ruined everything, by simply trying to chase my dreams- I ruined it all. Cal shouted at me, fear overwhelmed me. "Yes! You are! And my wife... in practice, if not yet by law. So you will honor me, as a wife is required to honor her husband! I will not be made out a fool! Is this in any way unclear?" Trembling under my breath, I was panting. I shook my head, feeling my face tremble, my lips. "No," I choked out. "Good," He told me. I met his eyes for one brief second, until he let go, and his grip was so tight that the chair throbs when he let go. He walked past the maids and out the room, as if nothing happened. I felt as if my heart sank into a pool of acid. And I was melting. I felt this sadness, but it wasn't only sadness- it was combined with anger. I couldn't even find the words to describe it. I just wanted to sob and tear everything apart, I wanted to cry for hours and hours, I wanted to scream, I wanted to run. I wanted to do something to shake this feeling away from me. And for some reason, I broke into loud sobs once he walked out of the room. I wouldn't get off the chair, just stayed there crying. He almost threw the table at me! I bet it was directed on me to begin with. I bet all of this wouldn't have happened if I hadn't come to the Titanic. I wish I could've just stayed home in England, and never met Jack. Jack was the one who made me believe I had the power to change my life into one I wanted to have. Maybe it was all just an invisible hope he was giving me, or maybe it wasn't. Maybe I did truly have the power to change this terrible life of mine. I just did not know what to believe. I was confused- perplexed. The maid ran towards the fall table, as I wiped a tear away. I got onto my knees and helped the friendly maid. Tears wouldn't stop rolling down my cheeks as I did. I kept panting, I couldn't stop. I placed my hand on the shoulder of the friendly woman. I felt like she was the only who could understand, I felt so sorry for her. I couldn't just let her clean this mess by herself- it was my mess. I caused it. It was the mess of my life, it wouldn't make sense to make someone else clean my mess for me. "We... had a little accident. I'm sorry, Trudy." I managed to say through the tears as I got to my feet and picked up a rose and handed it to her. I kept on babbling over and over again, sorry. Then suddenly, the maid Trudy, grabbed my both hands, and looked at me in the eyes. A look of understanding in her blue eyes. "It's okay, Rose... It's alright." She told me, she looked at me in the eyes. I was lost at the feeling she gave me, someone listened to me. Someone cared. I did not even know this woman, yet I was so fond of her.

Stop crying

all wil be well stop crying

Dont kn what to say,it pains when u love smbody and the person is in love with smone else,Cal just let go

And just by her understanding, I felt like crying more. I fell back, and placed my hand atop of my heart. I felt my breathing and heavy heartbeats. I let out a gasp for air, and began to let out big sobs once more. Was it truly impossible- the life I wanted to have? All I wanted was to be free, and chose the life I wanted to have. Not have other people to chose my life for me. The only reason I was marrying Cal was because of his money! I didn't care about the money, it was my mother Ruth who made me! I could live all poor and under a bridge, like Jack. In fact, I was so curious and interested by Jack's lifestyle. Imagine how amazing it would be to be an artist whom explores every part of the world. Such an interesting and amusement-filled life. Unlike mine. I wanted to escape this life, and runaway with Jack. So he could teach me the real and true ways of living life. To make each day count. I wish it could be possible. It was just, the people that surrounded my life were obstacles. Cal being the main one. With him in my life, nothing was possible. I wanted to be with Jack, I wanted to be with Jack! I'd say a thousand times more if it did anything. But sadly, it doesn't. I might say this to myself, I might feel like this. But it does nothing to change the fact I am marrying Caledon. Should I give up? Should I keep feeling dead inside, with each day that passes by? With Jack, I got the sense I was using my life for a good purpose, that I was free and away from all the sadness and cruelty of the world. Why can't it be like that in reality? Why is there always something that brings you down from your wishes and desires from becoming reality. I reached out my hand towards the flower, but the thorns pierced into my skin. My dream was that far away, that it left me with thorns to pull out. I would never reach it now. Not if I wanted to keep trying to be left with more and more thrones stuck into my skin. Pain and pain was all I could see, all I could feel. And what made me the angriest was the fact that when I did try to fight for my freedom, it only made everything around me worse. Later that morning, Trudy took me into my bedroom, where she helped me get fitted into my dress. I had stopped crying, and instead was as mute as the dead. I had my hands grasped onto the vanity mirror's borders. As I felt the tightness of each string being pulled on my back. Suddenly, I heard the door open. I turned my eyes around to see who it was, it was Ruth. Just by her presence, I felt disappointment wash over me, and the constant reminder of my living nightmare coming back. She shooed Trudy away, and instead, it was her whom helped me into my corset. I listened to her footsteps from behind me, as she stopped walking and stood in back of me. I felt as her hands reached out towards the strings. And suddenly, I felt hard pulling. I tried my best to stand still and not lose balance from mother's tight pulling. Trudy had done it in a much calmer, gentle way. Mother, with all her fury, took it out on my bindings. But not even that took her anger away. She had known what I did too. Everyone was furious at me. The sunlight spilled into the wine red colored room in a beautiful manner, seemed like the only beautiful thing here in the room. "You are not to see that boy again, you hear me... Rose?" My mother began, as I trailed my eyes back to the mirror, and not at the window. Her words only reminded me again of my living nightmare. I was tired, tired of all these useless people. I just couldn't stand that each of them reminded me of my life's biggest misery. I couldn't stand it.

Imagine being reminded every single second of the day of your life's biggest misery, sadness, fear, nightmare. Well, that was exactly my world. "I forbid it." Mother's angry voice felt like sharp shards of ice. But it was too late, the words left my lips without even me noticing. "Oh, stop it mother... You'll give your self a nose bleed." I rolled my eyes. Mother suddenly pulled on the strings with all the fury in the world. She turned me around in a brisk of a manner and her sharp piercing eyes looked at me. "This is not a game, Rose. Our situation is precarious. You know the money's gone!" Her eyes suddenly changed of shades, into a more emotional shade. "Of course I know it's gone." I tell her, as I observe her face and the situation around me. "You remind me every single day." I added. Without blinking, she stared at me. Harshly. And her voice was as emotional as her face. "Your father left us nothing but a legacy of bad debts hidden by a good name. And that name is the only card we have to play." She told me. I wanted to push her aside and runaway from her, and never come back. I wanted to slash her away from existence, I wanted to slash everyone away from existence. I was tired of it, I couldn't stand it! "I don't understand you," She raised her eyebrows. "It is a fine match with Hockley, and it will insure our survival." "How could you put this on my shoulders?" I said, I tried to speak my feelings out, but I knew it wouldn't change a thing. In fact made everything worse. Mother's eyes were cold, and were of the lightest shade of blue. A colorless gray. All I wanted to do was remove my eyes from her's, and turn them towards Jack's and runaway with him. "Why are you being so selfish?" My mother's voice louder, and raging. My eyes opened wide, "I'm being selfish?" I gasped out. Her eyes did not blink, the emotionless face was back. Her voice was as frail and soft as a thin thread of fabric being torn and broken, as she spoke. "Do you want to see me working as a seamstress? Is that what you want?" Her voice was so soft, I couldn't even hear her. "Do you want to see our fine things sold at an auction, our memories scattered to the winds?" Her voice ended into a breathless gasp, as she turned her face away and topped a hand over her mouth as her eyes glistened with tears. I turned my eyes away, not wanting to be in this situation.. I did not want to care about what mother told me. But I was left with no choice. "I-It's so unfair." I said. "Of course it's unfair," Mother turned around. "we're women," She raised her small round eyebrows. "our choices are never easy." She looked at me for a long moment, until all the fury in her vanished. She topped both her cold hands on my cheeks, and she reached towards me and kissed my cheek. I was left surprised at her sudden change of actions. "Come on," She whispered as she turned my body around to continue tying my corset. For the rest of the day, I had forgotten about the strange dream. It was as if I had never had it. I really did wonder what that dream meant, as people say your dreams have meanings. But for the rest of the day, and the journey at the ship, it was normal and the strangeness that had happened yesterday vanished. That day, I was headed to Mass with Ruth and the others.

Her mother sef is not helping matters...

Next pls

[b]Unedited Jack's Point of View[/b] I had a strange urge to let all my feelings out. I felt like I could do everything, like I was the king of the world. This day was a strange one, with strange feelings. I had thought all night yesterday, over Rose, and her words. Analysing them, studying them. And I had come with conclusions. No matter how weird it was, how strange it felt, how stupid- even.. I was in love with Rose. That feeling I couldn't understand and shake away from me was love all along. I understood it now, and I got the urge to let her know. I didn't know whether it was the right thing or not, but I just needed to let her know. I felt confident and well, well enough to show her I was in love. But I wasn't sure. Doubts kept forming in my head, reasons why I am terribly wrong over my feelings. She was an engaged woman! But even that didn't avoid me from going, and soon enough, I left my room and rushed past the hallways and in through the first class door, as I ran down the stairs, I placed my hand on the column for support as I swung my body towards the last few steps of the stairs. "Hello Mr. Andrews." I told the man from yesterday. I was sure people would recognize I didn't come from first class, but I did come here yesterday. And this man remembered. A good sign, that was. "Hello Jack," He replied. I passed by a woman dressed with her elegant hat and dress, and many others like her as well, until I glanced around the long and well decorated room. Looking for where Rose might be. It was a Sunday morning, I heard singing coming from the right. I turned around to see through the windows of the room, everyone was at some sort of Mass. I spotted Rose's red hair from the distance. I walked towards the closed door, the two men in front meeting my eyes. As I approached the door, the man walked towards me, pushing me back. "Sir," He began. My lips throbbed to speak, but eventually I did. "I just need to speak to," I trailed off, as the man spoke again. "Sir! You're not supposed to be here!" I began to walk sideways, hoping he'd leave. I kept my eyes in the room, and I saw a man turn his head around to meet my eyes. Mr. Lovejoy, the man who had angrily taken Rose back to her room yesterday. "I just need to speak to someone!" I told the man who kept pushing me back. I met his brown eyes for a quick moment, until removing them once Mr. Lovejoy walked out the room and right by me. "I was just here last night, you don't remember me?" I asked him, without breaking eye contact. "No, I'm afraid I don't!" The man replied in an angry tone. Oh god, I'm sure they'll kick me out. But I need to speak to Rose! "He'll tell you!" I pointed as Lovejoy approached us. The doors behind him were left swinging freely as his gray eyes met mine. "Mr. Hockly, and Mrs. Dewitt Bukater," His voice suddenly shut me up and everything around me was dead silent, as he continued to speak. "continue to be most appreciative of your assistance. They asked me to give you this in gratitude--" He pulled out two twenty dollar bills from his pockets and reached out his hands for me to take. I stared at the money as I shook my head. "No! I don't want your money! I need to speak to Rose!" I kept on insisting. "Also," His voice grew louder. He managed to shut me up again. "to remind you that you hold a third class ticket and your presence here is no longer appropriate." "Please!" I opened my eyes wide, why couldn't they just let me see her one last time. I needed to, I really did! After what she told me yesterday, I needed to make each day count. Promised myself I would. I couldn't give up now.

Mr. Lovejoy's eyes moved towards the two stewards beside him. And his loud and bitter voice took mine away, I was left silent. "Gentlemen, please see that Mr. Dawson gets back where he belongs." He told the stewards, handing each one a bill. Oh great, just great... The two stewards looked at me harshly as they took the money. One of the stewards placed a hand on my shoulder as he said, "Come along, you..." No, come along you nothing... I wasn't going anywhere. I stared at Mr.Lovejoy for a long moment, the same way everyone here was looking at me. The two stewards pushed me up the stairs and out the door. I didn't even try to fight back, whatever. I'm still going to see her whether in a few minutes or in five hours, I will see her today. They kicked me away from the first class part of the ship and back to the third class. I let out a sigh as I watched as the two stewards walked away. The wind blew soothingly, as I moved my gaze to what was in back of me, and I walked towards a seat. I sat down, moving my eyes towards the waves and the horizon. The sky was pure blue with a few clouds, each cloud looked like frosting being spread across the sky. A pretty sight. I felt the wind blow on my hair and ruffle my clothes. I let out another sigh, as I squinted my eyes from all the sun's brightness. I didn't care about those two guys, or Mr. Lovejoy. I'm not giving up. I pulled myself back to my feet and raced across the ship's deck. I casted my eyes up at the upper level that layed directly above me, which was the first class. I placed my hand on the white rail, pulling my legs up. I passed one leg over and then the other. Until I hopped on. I glanced around to see if anyone noticed, no one. I began to walk through the ship's deck. Up ahead, was a first class father playing with his son. I crossed my fingers and prayed under my breath that he wouldn't see me. Noticing a suite and hat on a bench, I quickly took the suit and pulled on the hat. Not a single soul would notice I am a third class passenger now. Now, all I had to do is stroll around this deck until I met eyes with Rose. And I began... *** By the very spotting of Rose's flowing red hair, my heart raced. She was speaking with a bunch of fancy dressed people. I casually walked towards the rail and stared out at the waves. She walked right past me not noticing me. She was the very last one of her group of people. That was a great sign, if she were walking through the middle of the group, how would I ever talk to her! Now was my chance. My heart raced, at the thin opportunity I had. Scared I might just blow it away, I pulled onto her arm. She was startled, as she looked into my eyes. Seeing who I was. I pulled her in through a door, closed it shut. She looked at me in the eyes. "Jack," She began. There were windows on the walls, one after the other. And to my luck, they were faded and blurry, nobody outside would see it was us. The bright sunlight spilled into the room with white gleams. The long room echoed, as it was empty. I looked at Rose in the eyes. A wave of relief washing through me. "Jack," She repeated again. Her eyes trailed onto the ground as she began to walk away. "I can't see you," She had told me. I felt my heart sink. "I need to talk to you!" I insisted, placing my hands on her shoulder, pulling her away from the door. I just couldn't let her walk away. I did all of this for a reason, I wouldn't let that reason be turned into worthlessness. I pulled her against the wall as I stood in front of her, and I pulled my hat off, I met her eyes.

We were so close I could feel her breathing. I could even hear her heart racing, I couldn't tell if it was my heart, or her's. But it was something. Something in the air showed that Rose was hiding something. Preventing something. I couldn't really tell what, but something was wrong. "Jack, I'm engaged. I'm marrying Cal." She had told me, but her expression showed something else. The sunlight casted a white lining to her face, her eyes beamed in a new expression. Disappointment, sadness pity?... Did she realize, did she see it? Why else would she bring up she's engaged, because she realized how badly I needed to talk to her, she saw through me. I licked my lips one last time before I began to speak again. "Rose," I began. She noticed that I wanted to see her again, and I am surprised she guessed the reason correct. And I was here to tell her now the truth. I loved her. I loved Rose. "Rose, you're no picnic... you're a spoiled little brat even, but under that you're a strong, pure heart, and you're the most amazingly astounding girl I've ever known and--" I watched the way her eyes beamed, her face lit up. But it all happened within a blink of an eye. Her true feelings, that was a quick view to her true feelings. Her mask soon enough hid it all away. She trailed her eyes away, shaking her head. She began to walk away. "Jack, I..." She said, trailing off soon enough. I tugged on her arm, interrupting her from finishing what she was going to say. Maybe I was being a bit too pushy. Maybe I was insisting, forceful, or even aggressive. But I had to let her know. I pulled her onto the window as I stood in front of her. I began to speak again, my heart racing again. Maybe it all was too stupid. I would never have anything to do with her, we were two completely different people. Too different. Maybe I was being stupid. But I knew what I was feeling, and it felt true. I ignored my realistic thinking part of me, and listened purely to my feelings. I was nervous, nervous at the fact that the chances of keeping her with me were as thin as a piece of thread. But I tried anyways. "No wait. Let me try to get this out, you're amazin..." My voice suddenly trailed off, as I met Rose's expression. What was it? One I couldn't understand. I gulped in, until I began to speak again. I let out a sigh. "I'm not an idiot, I know how the world works. Look, I've got ten bucks in my pocket and got nothing to offer you, I know that! I understand that! But I'm involved now. You jump, I jump, remember?" I stared into her eyes, it was so hard to try to explain to her my feelings. It was so hard to make her understand. Just that moment, I wished I could just magically teleport my feelings into her head, so she would understand without me trying so hard. There was silence, where all you could hear were our heart beats, our breathing. Rose kept looking into my eyes, a fear in me told me she wouldn't understand. How could I convince her. This all just didn't make sense. Maybe I was being stupid, I should've just let her go. But at the same time, I knew I was right, and I knew I was doing the right thing. I reached out my hand and placed it on her soft cheek, with my thumb, I caressed the skin on her cheek bone. "I can't turn away without knowin' that you're goin' to be alright." I told her. For a moment, all she did was look into my eyes. But suddenly, she topped her warm hand onto mine. And for a brief second, I almost caught a smile running across her lips. But no, it all lasted so little that before my eyes even captured the image, it flew away. She trailed her eyes away, and removed her hand from mine, as she turned her body away. But I placed my hands on her shoulders, forcing her to look at me in the eyes.

"Please, Rose." I told her pleadingly. She looked at me, for a moment. And before I knew it, she reached her face closer towards mine. I didn't know what she was doing for a moment, until I understood it finally. I could feel her breath on my neck, as she turned her lips towards mine. Before I could even think... I felt her lips on mine, I could really feel them! She was kissing me! A rush of excitement went through me, up and down. Washing away all the sadness and worry, all the stress, everything. All I felt was this rush. I didn't know what it was, but only she was the one who could make me feel that way. I kissed her in return, passionately. She had a hand on my cheek, as I felt her heartbeat race across mine. I didn't know what to feel at that moment, whether to be glad, excited, happy, or confused. Actually, I was confused. I was shocked. I was not expecting a kiss. I was not expecting any of this. Actually, to make it clear... I was not expecting to go on the Titanic in the first place. She let go of me, as she stared at me in the eyes. "Oh my god," She whispered. "What did I just do, I-I..." Her words trembled. A look of guilt. "I'm so sorry, Jack. I cannot be with you, I cannot see you! Please just leave me alone!" She cried out. I did not know what to feel, what to do. But my heart was racing that entire time. "I'm going back Jack. Leave me alone... I-I'm sorry," She told me, as she walked towards the door. Before I could even call out her name, she left like a fleeing bird. I couldn't do anything, I couldn't feel anything. I felt trapped in this... this, confusion. She had kissed me, yet she told me to leave her alone. And I understood what was going on with her, she was afraid to love me. Because she was engaged to Cal, and there was no way for us to be together. Yet, I've tried too much already. I've tried too hard. And I've learned, that there is nothing I can do. I wish to help Rose, at least help her get away from the trapped and freedom-less world she lived in. But I've tried too hard already, and there's no point in trying harder. It's okay, it's alright. I can leave her alone... I can forget her. I can pretend I never even met her. I can move on, it doesn't really make a difference anyways. I can learn to forget about her. Forget about her. Her. With each thought I got, it decreased in size and meaning, she did. And soon enough, there was nothing.

Hmm next

Lovinq every bit of Vhiz.....Next please.

Wat will be, will be @ jack

Hmmmm Jack's gotta be frustrated next plz

Rose's Point of View I was afraid, and I had known it. I was angry and I knew there was no escape from it. I was hopeless and I felt it. I was in love and there was nowhere to turn away from it. I was in love with Jack, it sounded and felt so strange, to actually admit it. It sent waves of thrill, waves of freedom, and even happiness at the very thought of him. I felt so complete, and so joyful. But it was all wrong, and I knew it. Jack was the definition of my freedom, but now that I have completely left him, forgotten about him, It was all gone. I felt so trapped, I felt like that spark of originality I once felt in my life was suddenly gone and taken before me. And more than that, I felt like the same girl I was before I had met Jack. That same boring girl. I was so shocked, how Jack knew exactly who I was. His words seemed to have haunted me all day long, I couldn't stop thinking about what happened, what I did, the miracle I left behind when I told him to leave me alone. He told me that behind the spoiled brat I showed everyone I was, I was the most amazing girl he had ever met. He could truly see me, and I just couldn't say that I felt alone and that nobody could see me anymore. I couldn't count that as a problem anymore, because Jack could see me perfectly. In fact, I thought he could see things in me I didn't realize I had. I didn't actually think Jack would be in love with me. Yes, there were thoughts and even doubts that it was true-- long hidden below dephs of what I thought was reality, but I never imagined it to really happen. Him coming to me and telling me he actually loved me. Although it wasn't given out to me completely obvious and clear- the way he gave out the words to me. But I knew exactly what he was talking about. And although I made a promise to myself to not feel anything for this boy, my heart was racing the entire time, my palms grew sweaty, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. It was the sensation... the signs, of what people called... love. All along I must've been feeling this. All along I was in love, I had this connection towards him. But I never knew it was love, I had actually never felt it before, not until I met Jack. A strange feeling, it was. It felt like it was the combination of every living feeling, all the feelings together into one. It created this... love. And it was strange, the way you felt some sort of excitement, or even worry, but not only worry- happiness, sadness, and freedom and... and-- oh, I can't describe it, it was so confusing! It was like a tornado, winds and clouds the color of black, others grey, blue, all joining together to create this spinning of the wind. I had no idea what I was talking about. Maybe I was just crazy. I had kissed him, I actually kissed the boy of my dreams. A person I had dreamed I could meet since the start. I actually met him, and not only that... I kissed him! What I was feeling was true, and I couldn't hold it back. I didn't understand how I did it, why... but I kissed Jack. When things were all wrong, I kissed him. When everything seemed hopeless, I kissed him. When everything seemed impossible, everything was broken. An impossible love, it was. I was crazy, surely. To have done that. But now it felt only to be more painful. It was like my goodbye to him, as I couldn't see him anymore. It was my way of telling him that I have enjoyed the ride but now I couldn't keep up with him, and had to turn back to my cruel world. It was my way of telling him I loved him. Although I couldn't see him ever again. No, what was happening? I couldn't seem to understand, I was in love with him, with Jack. I didn't love Cal? No, I hated Cal! I... I was in love with Jack! I couldn't even understand it, how could I be in love with a third class boy, I was a first class young lady whom only looked for money, not love. And then, no, that was only what my mother made me grow up by.

I had no care in money at all. I was in love with Jack and wanted to be with him. I should've not told him to leave me alone. I should've told him, "Hey look... I might be telling you I don't like you and want you to leave me alone, but that is only my way of saying I am afraid to love you. Because I know I am trapped and the ropes are too tight for anyone to cut them. The people around me have me tied to a life I didn't chose. So there is just no way for me to have a life of my own with you. So Jack, help clear this stress and confusion away because I am in love with you when I know shouldn't be!" That was what I should've told him. Those should've been my words. But instead, I only told him to leave me alone. I was sure he thought I didn't want to be with him because he had no money to offer me, but that wasn't the reason! I just hoped he understood that I couldn't be with him because I was trapped in this world with Cal and luxury, solemnly mother's choice- and the people around me. I was sure he also knew that. He did know I didn't care if he had no money to offer me, I still loved him. Actually, I hoped he knew I loved him. I kissed him, that should've made it obvious. Oh, but it was too late now. I would never be with him, it was impossible. The world around me was just so blurry at the time. It felt like such a mess. It felt like there were papers flying all around me and I was trying my best to catch each one and put it into their place. A total mess, it felt as. If I were to run off with Jack, I would only cause a messy chaos to be left in the world around me. As everything depended on me. All the money, all the luxury- was depended on the marriage between Cal and I. Cal, the man that threw a table at me. How could I be the rest of my life with him? I couldn't believe I was being sacrificed to this all. I was the sacrifice, and there was nothing to do to change it. And if I tried, things only got worse and worse. I couldn't believe all the stress going around me that day. I was stuck in a problem, I was glued onto it with no way of escape. I felt so lost in thought, I didn't even realize I was sitting at a table with everyone having lunch. It was strange, each problem branched out to create more problems, and those problems branched out again. A whole tree of dull colors and leaves. A tree of problems. I couldn't keep my mind off Jack. I had left him. He was a miracle, a treasure, a gift, which I left behind. I left behind for the good of everyone else because I was the sacrifice. I had left him because my mother wanted this luxury I was seeing around me that very moment. I wasn't aware of anything around me except my very thoughts. I was staring out at nothing in particular, but felt like an alien to everyone- everything around me. But suddenly, something from across the sunlit room caught my eyes. I trailed them from the dark orange colored carpeted floor, and up to meet them with a mother and daughter, sitting together by the window from across the room. The daughter, being a girl of only about five years of age. Was dressed like a woman, but not just any woman. A woman who swam in cash, a woman who even threw cash away into the trash can. An arrogant, snobbish woman. She was dressed in the finest of clothing, her pale blond curly hair pulled back from her shoulders. She wore a long and round elegant hat, with many patterns and decorations. Her face powdered white, she wore white gloves. All her movements screamed to me how spoiled she seemed, or it was just that everything she did had to meet "elegant terms" She pulled the white napkin from the plate, and with her pinkies pointed up, she placed the napkin onto her lap. A girl of only five! Her movements disgusted me. Screamed to me my living nightmare. This was what mother wanted to live by? This was why she wanted me to marry Cal, to have this lifestyle?! I couldn't stand it anymore, I knew it couldn't be... I just couldn't keep living on this way. I was wrong about telling Jack to leave me alone, I was wrong about all of this. I suddenly felt angry inside, to be here now with all these people and luxury I didn't belong to. It was my life, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to be with Jack. And with Jack I must be.

Gud choice @ rose

[img]https://img.youtube.com/vi/moaIzaUfP0Y/0.jpg[/img] [center][b] Jack's Point of View --- Rose was the kind of girl with an ocean full of secrets. The more I tried to understand her words, her actions, her world... the more confused I got. I knew I should've just forgotten about her and kept living my life, she really meant nothing to me-- but I couldn't manage to stop thinking about her. Her eyes haunted me, and I just couldn't shake the thought away. Although my thoughts and feelings might've said this, it wouldn't change the fact I would never see her again. I stared down at the waves down below me, and suddenly I saw Rose's blurry face on the splashing waters. Until it vanished from my sight. It was my imagination, of course. I couldn't get her out of my head. I was sitting alone, my hands on the rail, starring down at the waves below me. The skies were tinted with red fluffy clouds. The sky had shades of vibrant red, orange, and yellow. But what truly looked beautiful were the clouds, each one with a different shade of color. Looked like frosting caught on fire spread out across the sky, with the sunlight back lighting it. The sunset was beautiful, the waves almost seemed to match the color above. The horizon had a color of its own. Every color painted in the sky shone with its own beauty. It looked magical, like an artist's painting. The wind was blowing my hair off my face, it rippled my clothes, it blew on my neck, into my hair. A soothing effect. I only listened to the wind blow, the rushing water of the waves, and the aching in my heart. "Jack," A sudden voice shook me from my thoughts. A voice I could recognize perfectly. It startled me with all the feeling in the world. I even jumped, not expecting it. I turned my eyes around to meet them with Rose. My heart suddenly rose, and my eyes lit up at the sight of her. She came back. She stood there, with her red curly hair put over her shoulder, the wind blew it off her shoulders and flowed back, with the wind. Behind her were the rooms and windows of the ship. Not a single person was strolling around the ship, it even looked empty. Her eyes held a tint of the sunset, the smile that ran across her face captured the girl I loved in her. And suddenly, everything in the air was changed. Immediately, I began to feel the sense of this strong beaming happiness, drop down onto me like a waterfall washing over your entire body. I felt my heart race, and my spirit come back. Rose was really here, she came back-- to me. "I... I changed my mind." She had told me, little did she know the affect her words had on me. Since the second she said them, they revolved in my head for the rest of my life. I smiled at her, as a thought crossed my mind. I watched the way the sunset's colors painted the sky behind her, as she walked closer towards me. "Fabrizzio said you might be up here, so..." She trailed off, as I reached out my finger onto my mouth, and shushed her. She looked confused at my movement. I was only laughing inside, oh Rose will be dying in happiness once she sees what I am about to show her... I reached out towards her hand, as I said, "Give me your hand." She laughed softly, as she passed me her warm soft hand, I pulled her closer towards me. She looked up to meet my eyes with a curious expression painted across her face. "Now, close your eyes.." I told her. "Go on," I added. Soon enough, she closed her eyes, but the smile I loved about her wouldn't vanish from her face. She was happy to see me again, and I could see that. I was clutching her hand, as I walked in back of her, pulling her up onto the rail. "Step up," I said as I helped her get her feet onto the white rail. The very end part of the ship, where the two points met, creating a triangle, I pulled her up to stand at the very end, where the wind blew the hardest and where the freedom was the strongest. [/b][/center]

[center][b] "Step up onto the rail, keep your eyes closed and hold on," I told her, she began to laugh as I watched as the wind blew over her face. "Trust me on this," I told her as I began to spread out her arms. "I trust you." She told me with an unwipeable smile. I had my head on her shoulder, my hands around her waist as I whispered the words, "Open your eyes, Rose." The wind was blowing my hair onto my face, but it felt like a caress, like a blessing-- a gift. I had never felt better. Slowly, so very slowly, I watched as her vivid green eyes shot open. A wide smile spread across her lips, her eyes kept on the view ahead of us. She gasped at the beauty. All there was upahead of us, was the red glistening sky, the waves below like a mirror-- reflecting all the colors and beauty of the sunset. The waves up ahead were vast and endless, it felt like this happiness I was feeling just now was vast and endless as well. She began to laugh, her eyes lit up with a completely new expression. One that showed beaming happiness. One I have never seen of her, a new kind of happiness it was what she felt. "Jack!... I-I'm flying!" She gasped out from her smile. We were flying like two birds across the waves, and we flew until we got towards the end of the sunlit horizon. It was magical, everything around us. Actually, the sky looked as if it were lit up by embers of a giant fire, Rose kept her eyes to the horizon ahead. As she took a breath in of all this magic around us, her eyes lit up the same way the sky did. And I could see the fire-lit sky from her very eyes, I didn't have to turn my eyes over to ahead of me. I had something more magical, something far more beautiful right in my arms that very moment. She had her arms outstretched on each side, like wings. She had told me she was flying, and she sure was, nothing was out ahead of us but water, it was as if we weren't standing on a ship at all, but soaring through the endless sky like flying seagulls. There was only the wind, and the hiss of the water 50 feel below that filled my ears. I couldn't believe what I was experiencing. Rose closed her eyes, feeling herself floating weightlessly far above the sea. She smiled dreamily, then leaned back, gently pressing her back against my chest. I pushed forward slightly against her. Softly, I began to sing to her the song we had sung together the night before when I took her to the third class party. Realizing how the lyrics seemed to match the moment perfectly. "Come Josephine in my flying machine, going up, she goes up, she goes..." I began to mumble the song softly. Rose began to laugh in return. Slowly, I raised my hands, arms outstretched, until I meet her fingers... Our fingertips gently touching. Soon enough, my fingers intertwined with her's. Moving slowly, my fingers caressed through and around her's like the bodies of two lovers. I tipped my face forward into her flowing red hair, letting the scent of her wash over me, until my cheek was against her ear. Rose turned her head until I met her eyes. She was so close I could feel her breath on my neck, I could listen to her heart beat, I could feel the emotions in her heart. Her lips were near mine. She lowered her arms, casting them under her chest. I kept my hands around her's, hugging her from behind. Until her mouth found itself with mine. We kissed like this, with her head turned and tilted back, surrendering to me, to the emotion, to the inevitable. We actually kissed, slowly and tremulously, and soon enough, with building passion.I knew and could sense the affect I had on her, I made her feel free. And that was the emotion she craved for since she was a girl. We kissed, while the wind blew on our faces and into our hair flowingly. I had never felt this happiness in me before, and I was sure Rose felt the same way too. The ship and I seemed to have merged into one force of power and optimism, lifting her, buoying her forward on a magical journey, soaring onward into an endless night without fear.[/b][/center]

Geez!!!!! where they flying for real??

[center][b] Rose's Point of View --- Jack seemed overwhelmed by the opulence of the room. He set his sketchbook and drawing materials on the marble table as I showed him around the room. "And this is the sitting room." I walked around the beautifully decorated room. The room had a pinch of an orange hue to it, the dim wall lamps illuminating our faces. I moved my eyes towards my feet, looking down at the carpeted floor. Then back up to Jack's face. He was glancing around in awe. I had an idea revolving through my head as I showed him the room. "Will this light do?" I asked Jack. He glanced up at me, and blinked. "What?" "Don't artists need a good light?" I told him. Jack, faking a french accent, swiped a finger across the counter's surface. Where a small clock, and flowers vases were placed. "Zat is true, I am not used to working in such 'orreeble conditions." I laughed. The patterns that decorated the walls and furniture were pure gold, everything sparkled. And I figured, I had never realized it before. How beautiful it all was. Not until Jack was here with me. Jack brought out the beauty in the world, made it known to me and my eyes. I figured I was in love with Jack. Jack meant everything to me. In just a matter of days I had fallen so deeply in love. Suddenly, Jack's eyes widened. "Hey! Monet!" Jack exclaimed as he rushed towards the painting that was lying on the couch. "Do you know his work?" I asked him as I walked towards him. Jack and I shared something, the artistic tastes. We both enjoyed the same artists and style. Cal called those paintings trash. I glanced down at the beautiful painting of a pond landscape, with waterlilies and the reflection of the sky above on the clear water. Jack and I both observed the painting. "Isn't he great... look at the use of color! I saw him once... through a hole in this garden fence in Giverny." Jack was inspired, his voice showed it. His eyes beamed up and his voice sounded so dreamy. I laughed at what he said about seeing him once, as I walked towards the walk-in wardrobe closet. The heart of the ocean sat there, inside this green safe. I reached out my hands as I began to work with the combination on the metal lock. "Cal insists on lugging this hideous thing everywhere." I laughed as I continued to open the lock. I could hear Jack's foot steps from behind me. "Will we be expecting him anytime soon?" He asked me. "Not as long as the cigars and brandy hold out." I replied as I pulled out the large black velvet box of the necklace. I walked towards a free counter, tossing the box there. The great blue glimmering diamond sat upon my palm as I looked down at it. Its light shone into my eyes, causing me to squint them. I walked towards Jack, showing him the necklace. And directed it to his hand. He held it nervously, observing it in awe. His eyes opened wide, and I could see in his expression how afraid he was about holding such luxury for the first time. He gazed at the wealth beyond his comprehension. "Looks nice, what is it... a Sapphire?" He said, as he pulled the necklace towards the light. "A diamond, a very rare diamond." I told him as I stared as the necklace sparkled and glittered. Shooting off its bright lights. It looked magical. I knew I would never wear such a thing, but the only reason I took it out was because I wanted Jack to draw me wearing it. Wearing only that. [/b][/center]

[center][b] I looked up at his observing face as he continued to move the necklace around. I licked my lips, finding it hard to find the words to tell him to draw me. I was a bit uneasy and nervous, but I managed the words to escape from my lips in the strangest manner possible. "Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your french girls. Wearing this..." I told him, my cheeks flushed and my heart began to race. "Alright," Jack replied. "Wearing... only this." The words fell from my lips in the most confident manner I could manage to pull off. Jack's eyes looked up in a rushed manner, his attention turning away from the necklace and seemingly turned his attention to my grave words, meeting my eyes, a look of confusion spread out across his face. *** I escorted myself into the bathroom, watching my reflection in the mirror. Suddenly memories rushed in through my head. The ghost from before, the visions, the dreams. Jack. It all seemed to me like a nightmare, I blinked, hoping when I would open my eyes again the memory would be gone. And it was. I pulled the emerald butterfly decoration from my copper red curly hair. I shook my head, hoping for my hair to steady down a bit. I stared at my eyes, until I turned them over towards a silk robe. I tossed my blue dress onto the counter, walking my bare body towards the robe. I slipped it on, the soft texture soothing my beating heart. I was nervous and my heart wouldn't stop beating. I had never done such a thing, and in my head, I was asking myself if it was the right choice. It was, I shouldn't have been doubting. I loved Jack like nobody before, and I trusted him with my life. I breathed in a breath of air before walking out of the bathroom door. There I was, standing by the doorway, in front of Jack's eyes, he was sitting down on a chair, with his eyes trailed onto his utensils... His attention was on the pencil he was sharpening, as suddenly he felt my presence, and his eyes shot straight up. He looked as awkward and nervous as I was feeling. But unlike myself, he didn't seem to try as hard to hide it. I could clearly see the way he flushed. Yet I wasn't even nude yet, imagine when I was- which was going to be in a matter of seconds. I walked towards him, a dime between my fingers. "The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like a china doll. As a paying customer, I expect to get what I want." I told him as I handed him a dime, he gave me a wide grin. He was barely speaking, he was nervous and even a bit timid. I could tell, the way he would speak less than normally. I was glad I wasn't the only one that was nervous, but I found that very cute of Jack. I felt my heart rush even faster the moment I stood in front of him, with my hands on the robe's collar, telling myself I was ready to pull it off. As I slowly came to drop it onto the floor. I stood in front of Jack, bare as could be. The blue stone sat upon my bare breasts. My heart began to race even faster than it was before. And I was just hoping it wasn't pounding so much that you could hear it from the other side. I did my best to seem casual and confident. Jack looked so stricken, it was almost comical. "Get on the bed, uhh... I mean couch." He had told me, I only began to laugh. I laid myself on the divan couch. Spreading myself out on the space, the fancy pillows from back in me, touching my bare skin. I met my eyes with Jack's. "Uh... just bend your left leg a little and... keep your arm there... and lower your head. Eyes to me," I followed his words, as I passed an arm behind my head, I looked at him. "That's it." He told me. [/b][/center]

[center][b] I began to laugh, trying to keep a straight serious face was hard. "Try to stop laughing, keep a straight face." Jack told me. It was hard, it all was so awkward I couldn't help but to tip the ends of my lips up. Soon enough, I took in a deep breath, keeping myself still. "Okay," I breathed out. A small, unnoticeable smile was what Jack gave me in return, until it vanished when began to focus on the drawing. He held a pencil in his hands, as I watched his face. Only his face. I lost myself in his turquoise eyes. I could hear the sketching noises the pencil created when it touched the paper. But suddenly, the pencil dropped from his hands and onto the floor. I stifled a laugh, Jack's cheeks reddened, he couldn't help but to shoot me a timid smile as he picked the pencil up. He continued to draw, for quite a few minutes. Until I noticed something in his eyes. He was blushing, a bit of unnoticeable sweat trickling down his forehead. And I knew exactly what he was drawing to cause him to blush. I couldn't help but to laugh, and tease him. "I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing." A small smile was what he could manage through the blushing and timidness I felt come from him. "He does landscapes not..." he trailed off as I was only left smiling. I gazed into his eyes, feeling myself more and more in love with this boy as minutes came passing by. He moved his eyes up and down, sketching. He looked up again, as his eyes came up to look at me over the top edge of his sketchpad. Such a moment, such an expression on his face, I just would never forget. I can still remember the color of his eyes, the orange hue on his face, the reflection of the light in his eyes, his small stretched eyes. It was a memory I would carry for the rest of my life. How his eyes moved up and down from his sketch book. Despite his nervousness, he drew with sure strokes, and what emerged was the best thing he had ever done, I was sure. I didn't know exactly what it was, but it was as if this feeling, I was feeling combined with his feelings, creating something special. It almost felt like a melody to my heart, and I could hum it all my life long. I would never forget this, I would never forget him. Suddenly, thoughts came rushing into my head. What if I were to runaway with him, once the ship arrived at New York, I would leave with him. I wanted to be with him forever. For the rest of the sketching, no more awkward moments happened. For the rest of the harmony filled minutes, everything was what I had dreamed of. Then suddenly, Jack's voice came to me, awakening me from my gazing in his beautiful eyes. "Done." He had said. "What?" I blinked. "I'm done." He repeated. I pulled myself from the couch, slipping back into my silk robe, and I walked towards him. Leaning my face down towards the drawing. And I must admit- it blew my mind. "You-- You see me!" I had said, as I observed the drawing. He met my eyes, with a smile. "I see you, you remembered I had told you?" He said. "It's like an x-ray... of my very soul!" I said with a smile. I stared down at the grey pencil strokes of the drawing. A masterpiece, his best work. What emerged from his timid looking strokes was the best thing he had ever done, for sure. My pose was languid, my hands beautiful, and my eyes radiated my energy. He had drawn me like an angel, a woman without any defects whatsoever. Was that truly how he saw me, that perfect? [/b][/center]

[center][b] Or maybe it was only me whom saw myself as a mess, Jack saw me as an angel. "Date it, Jack. I want to always remember this night." I told him. I watched as he scribbled at the right corner of the paper the date: April 14th, 1912. He looked up at me to meet my eyes, I smiled at him as I watched as he handed me the leather sketch book with his drawing inside. "Thank you," I whispered the words as I accepted the drawing. I reached over to kiss his lips one last time, Jack pulled back once the kiss lasted long enough. But I kept on kissing him, as I began to laugh. Soon enough, I walked towards a table and began to scribble on a note piece of the Titanic stationary. As Jack walked towards me and asked, "What'cha doin'?" I met his eyes, and smiled as I said, "Will you put this back on the safe for me please?" I handed him the necklace's velvet box. I listened to his footsteps as I heard him slip it into the safe. Jack was the kind of person I had been looking for everywhere, I never wanted to fall in love, but at least as a friend was what I was looking for. I knew I was in love, but it felt wrong. The world outside would never allow it to happen. I was engaged to Cal! But I was so in love with Jack, he was the definition of my freedom. I just wondered that moment, how would I ever free myself from the people pulling me down. I wanted to be with Jack. Jack made me feel free, and whenever I thought about him, it was as if a melody was playing in my heart. I had never felt that before, I was so in love, I didn't know what to do. But I knew I shouldn't have to be worrying now. It was the moment of my life, why ruin it with thoughts and doubts. I was as free as the wind, why let something bring me down? [/b][/center]

[center][b] Jack's Point of View An odd surprise, all the feelings and adventures that can be made if you use your life for the best. I didn't understand the feeling, I bet I never would be able to. But something was happening, as if everything in the skies were clearing up. My life already picked up such positivity before I had met Rose, imagine now. Everything was dreamy, as if it had come from my mind. And I was just afraid I might wake up in the morning to see everything gone before me. This was reality, though. It made no sense, I came to the Titanic and met a beautiful girl. And now, what was going on? Rose actually came to me, and I was not sure what I should've been feeling but I think I was in love with an impossible lover. And the strangest part was something in me knew she loved me in return. An impossible lover, why should I say that?... well, she was filthy rich, engaged to one of the richest men in the world, and above all, she had a tall, thick wall around her, not allowing anyone get close to her. Though, I teared the wall apart the night I saved her from her cold and lonely death. She showed me all the sides to her personality, the true "Rose" beneath her scowl. And I was in love, with her fiery independent personality. That fire in her felt like it could never die out, that fire was what seemed to make me feel this way, what people call love. I didn't know what the future might've brought, and sometimes I thought I'd rather not know. But those were the feelings that flew through my mind every time I looked at Rose's glossy green eyes. I was staring out the window, towards the black horizon. A cold, biting wind came through the window. It was freezing! The ship looked as if it were gliding across an unnatural sea, black and calm as a pool of oil. The ship lights were mirrored almost perfectly in the black water. The sky was brilliantly filled with stars. I watched as suddenly a meteor traced a bright line across the heavens. The doors of the bathroom flung open, as I turned around from the window, to watch as Rose stepped in. Dressed with a soft pastel colored dress, a beautiful one. Her red curly hair fell down her shoulders, and her demure eyes flicked up, meeting mine as a smile raced past her red lips. I smiled in return, as I said, "You look really nice," A wider smile ran across her lips, but it all lasted before I could even blink my eyes, as suddenly a loud knocking bang came through the doors. Rose's smile fell, as she suddenly began to rush past me, pulling my arm. "Hello? Mrs. Dewitt Bukater?..." I heard the voice from outside. Rose dragged me through the doors, closing the door of each room we went through. Until we reached the very last room, she closed the door, panting softly under her breath. "Shh, don't make a sound. Cal most probably sent someone to look for me." Rose whispered, her back against the door, I stood in front of her. "What about the drawing, they most likely will see it!" I whispered in return. Rose trailed her eyes away for a moment, "Shh, I hear footsteps!" She whispered instead. Everything went quiet, when suddenly I watched as Rose turned around to a white door. "That's the exit, I didn't even notice!" She ran towards the shiny white door and pulled it open, revealing the corridors of the rooms in the ship. We rushed out like racing horses before the person looking for Rose could open the door to where we were standing. I heard the click of the door when Rose closed it shut. We began to walk through the bright room, carpeted floor. Passing by shiny walls, soothing classical music coming from the distance in the other room filled the air. There was a wall lamp, one after the other with little space between each. The corridor was quite narrow, with hardly anyone walking through it but us. [/b][/center]

[center][b] I turned my eyes towards my shoulder, where Rose was walking beside me. She had a wide grin on her face, she was laughing. She wasn't taking this serious, something interesting in her. She was beginning to loosen up the doubt and worries, and began to live life carelessly, the way I did it. We passed by a door when suddenly it clicked open. Rose's red curls flowed as she swifted her face around to see what it was. I turned around as well, to see Lovejoy with his face poking out looking at us coldly. Rose let out squeal, or something similar- like a giggle, as she pulled my hand close and entwined her fingers with mine as she began to run. We raced across the corridor with our hearts beating as we heard Lovejoy's footsteps come closer and closer. We dashed through the archway, and into a more spacious room where an elevator stood. People gaped at our rushing manner but we simply did not care, we didn't even say excuse me when we bumped onto them. She pulled me into the elevator, panting under our breaths, we yelled at the man in charge- the operator, to pull the elevator down as quickly as possible. "Quickly, quickly!" Gasped Rose to the man, we watched the steel gates of the elevator slowly close as Lovejoy approached us. I reached out my hands to pull the doors closed in a quicker manner allthough it didn't really help much, the cold steel beneath my fingertips sent waves of some sort of refreshment. I looked up, once the doors were completely closed as the elevator slowly began to descend, as I met Lovejoy's bitter stare. Rose and I broke down laughing, as suddenly, from across the back of my eyes I saw Rose pull her finger up. I turned around to see what she was doing, and the gesture only made me laugh even louder. Rose, being a first class young lady whom was always covered in pearls and gems, her red hair twisted with curls, whom sparkled like a diamond, had flicked her middle finger at Lovejoy. She laughed widely as Lovejoy's leather shoes was the only thing showing until we were completely out of sight from him. She looked at me as we laughed again, the operator was obviously freaked out by us which only made everything around us much more hilarious. Our heart beats finally began to sooth down the beat, our breathing became normal as the elevator doors opened before us. I stumbled out, falling onto a stranger's shoulder as I shouted, "Sorry!" I felt Rose's hands on my back as she pushed me onto the wall, laughing was all that filled the air as everyone looked at us in amazement at how much attention we were casting onto ourselves. We rushed down the stairs in a clumpy manner, I followed Rose and watched as her red flowing hair swept with her dashing movements. I stumbled forwards again, almost tripping onto some sort of waiter with plates and silver wear. The dishes fell and broke, shattering onto the floor. "Sorry!' I shouted as I continued to race across the narrow corridor, I could hear Rose's laughing. Obviously she was laughing at me and how clumsy I was, it was almost as if I were doing it on purpose. The moment was priceless, and hilarious. Everything seemed much brighter when taken light-heartedly. We raced in through a white door until we fell upon the wall. Gasping and panting, we stayed there trying to catch our breaths for a moment. "Pretty tough for a valet, this fella... he seems like a cop!" I said through the panting and laughing. "I think he is," Rose replied as suddenly we saw through the circlar window of the door, a man approach. The very man that was chasing us from before. Lovejoy. [/b][/center]

[center][b] Rose's eyes widened, as she yelled, "Run!" She began to laugh again as she pulled me through the corridor, and into a door with the words printed onto it boldly: Staff Only. We shut the door, feeling the heat of the heavy air fill our nostrils and touch our skin, fleeing away the refreshing air from outside. The loud sound from the boiler room below filled our ears as I turned around to meet Rose with her hands topped onto her ears. "Now what?" She shouted, but I had not heard her well enough to understand what she was saying as the noise was too loud. "What?" I shouted in return. "Now what!" She replied even louder. I casted my eyes to the ladder, like a ladder leading down to hell with all the smoke and fire casting up. We went down the ladder until landing onto the boiler room. All the men working around us, coal scented the heavy air. We glanced around, as suddenly a man covered with sweat and smeared coal said, "What are you two doing here?" Rose and I ignored the man, as we began to run through the boiler room laughing with the breath we had left in our heaving lungs. I stared as the way her dress flowed behind her, as the smoke filled the floor, she turned around for a moment, her hair flowing, to meet my eyes until returning her laughing face onto the view up ahead. It was as if that moment, that face of her's... was inside a dream. The way time slowed, the way her eyes gleamed, the affect we had on each other. I was chasing after her. The boiler rooms looked like a vision of hell, as we continued to dash through it... with the roaring furnaces and black figures moving in the smoky glow. We ran the length of the boiler room, dodging amazed stokers, and trimmers with their wheelbarrows of coal. Rose and I couldn't stop laughing. "Carry on, don't mind us, you're doing a great job!" I shouted to the workers. We ran through the open watertight door into boiler room six. I pulled Rose through the fiercely hot alley between two boilers and we winded up in the dark, out of sight of the working crew as we watched our faces from the shadows, and from behind Rose's sweating face, I saw the stokers as they worked in the hellish glow, shovelling coal into the insatiable maws of the furnaces. The whole place thundered with the roars of the fires. But my eyes moved back to Rose's, as I placed my hands on her arms and pulled my body closer towards her's, I met my eyes and I could see the fiery, blazing glow of this place around us in her very eyes. She was panting, but she smiled as I continued to gaze into her eyes. I could hear her heartbeat, and her feelings in the air, rushing past into my mind- I could understand her. Her face was darkened by the hot glow around, as I placed a hand on her cheek. Beautiful green eyes stared back at me, with an interesting expression. The furnaces roared, silhouetting the glistening stokers. From their eyes, all they saw were two silhouettes standing close together, with a hand on her cheek, a couple. But they couldn't even see us, we were hidden from them standing in smoke covered darkness. Peering into eachother's eyes like long lost lovers encountering eachother after years gone past. Before I knew it, I reached my face closer towards her's. Feeling her heavy breathing on my skin, the rushing of her heart, I felt the stickiness of her face with my fingertips as we both were sweating in the extreme heat of hell. I closed my eyes and met her soft lips. Rose, the girl of my dreams. Maybe it all was a dream, I would hate to see myself walking up into the same life as before. Suddenly, everything around me seemed to have liven up after I met Rose. New feelings, new experiences, new everything. Almost as if she changed me, although I know I changed her and affected her the same way. It was really happening, I was kissing her passionately in the steamy, pounding darkness. I was in love and it was as if that was all there was-- nothing but love. [/b][/center]

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better watch out for Mr loveJoy....

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[center][b] Rose's Point of View We rushed into the room like two couples running into each other in a poppy field, with the shinning sun and the blue sky from behind. Except it wasn't a poppy field we ran into, and nor were we running into each other. Jack was following from behind me. I could hear the laughter, his footsteps from behind, the beaming energy bouncing off the rows of stacked cargo and forth. From the extreme heat of the boiler room, to this, I felt a chill run up my spine. It was quite cool in here. I stopped running and stood to glance around, from across my eyes I saw a sparkling shiny car. It looked like a royal coach from a fairy tale, its brass trim and headlamps nicely set off by its deep burgundy color. I walked towards it with a wide grin spread out across my lips. I turned my eyes towards Jack as I saw as he began to walk towards the car too, to jump into the driver's seat. "Mhh hmm..." I coughed in a fake manner, just playing really. May Jack open the door to this royalty he had with him now.... I made the most snobbish face I could afford, the type where the woman turns her face to an angle, with her eyes looking down at the man coldly. Exaggeratedly, so he could understand I was only playing. "My lady," Jack came towards me with a grin, as he grabbed my hand and opened the back seat door. I gave him a playfuly "cold smile" in return. My eyes fell upon my lap and what I was sitting on as I traced my fingers across the plushly upholstered back seat. I watched as Jack opened the driver's seat door and hopped in, and from there I sat up. Watching him from behind through the open window in between Jack and I. I smiled to myself suddenly, at how happy and alive I suddenly felt. The fresh leather of the car filled my lungs as I took in a breath. A new car, it certainly was. Jack's eyes suddenly turned around, to meet mine. "Where to, Miss?" He said, I just wanted to burst out laughing the moment he said that. His hands were placed on the leather stirring wheel, his eyes to me. I leaned over, closer towards him, until my ear was on his cheek. My loose hair fell over my shoulder and onto my face, as I held my hands on the open window that was between us for balance, popping my head through it, I whispered, "To the stars!" My voice trailed off into a laughing one, as I suddenly felt this energy inside of me lighten me up the way a flashlight does to a dark and dull cave. I suddenly felt like I was as bright as the sun, I had nothing to bring my fiery beams of sunshine away, in fact, all I wanted to do was make this feeling stronger-- make the beaming brightness I felt inside of me more powerful, and vivid. And before I knew it-- before Jack could even respond, I reached my hands through the open window, and scooped them up into under his arms. I began to pull him back with me in the back seat. We were laughing, and I was out of my mind. Maybe I only felt like I was out of my mind because I had never felt this happiness overwhelm me before, so it felt strange to me. But I felt like never before and couldn't believe it. I felt free, and it was all thanks to Jack. "What are you doing, Rose?" Jack asked me through the laughter as I kept trying to pull him in with me. His back was scrapping against the window's ledge, so I watched as he pulled his back in, somehow creating enough space to not scrap against the ledge. I was only laughing. Finally, he was sitting beside me. I turned my body around so I could face him-- and only him. And suddenly all the laughter vanished, as both of us watched each other in some sort of awe. As if we finally realized what was before us, the beauty I had with me all along-- but never noticed until now... His eyes glistened in a misty ocean color, it was as if I were starring into the warm turquoise color of the waves in the warm seas. I could even hear the faint sound of the splashing waves. [/b][/center]

[center][b] His smooth tan skin, his moist lips. Everything about him shocked me, and not only physically... actually what mattered the most to me was what was inside of him. I had never realized until now what a true lover he was. Even if I finally admitted to myself, and officially called him a lover until today. A secret lover, he was. And I was sure Jack was looking at me the same way, gazing upon each other as if we were made out of sparkling gold. I reached out my fingers towards his hands, he had an artist's hands, strong and roughed by work, beautiful hands. Our fingers intertwined as my gaze fell back into his eyes. A soft smile spread across my lips as he smiled the same way to me. I had a terrible desire, one I thought I would never get, one I thought I was incapable of. It made no sense, yet strangely enough I never regretted it. "Put your hands on me, Jack," I pulled his hand towards me, as I reached out over towards his lips. The feeling of my lips pressed onto his was like feeling complete. As if Jack's lips were one piece, and the other were mine. We were complete. As the night continued to roll on, I had done things I had never done before. Completely new experiences, new emotions, new sensations. It was as if it were a new me. Knowing how fearful I normally was to new situations-- to new feelings, it surprised me to see that I had no worry at all. In fact, I was as care-free as Jack was. Without doubt of what may happen afterwards, whether Cal will find out, my father's disappearance, the money, the marriage-- nothing mattered! I figured it was Jack the one who taught me to not fear, and I shall thank him for an eternity for that. Jack showed me the side of me I had never discovered, Jack opened the part of me I have always wanted to be, and there was no fear anymore. No longer did I feel trapped, no longer did I feel suicidal, no longer did my problems come rushing past my mind like a haunt. I felt new and fresh. Free and happy. I felt like it was fate for me to come to this ship, if not I would've never met Jack. I would've never got to know how "freedom" felt like. Not only that; love. How love felt like. And I remembered how I felt like I was being sent to a slave ship just a few days ago, on the 10th of April, 1912. Today was the 14th. And it was by far the best and craziest day of my life. How little sense it made, to think about how quickly I fell in love, four days? Is that even possible? Maybe love doesn't require time, but feelings. And time doesn't exist with feelings. *** Before I knew it, the car was filled with fog and sweat. I slammed my hand on the fogged up window, it made a smeared hand print in the veil of condensation. I met eyes with Jack's, our faces were flushed as we looked at each other wonderingly. I put my hand on his face, as if making sure he is real. If this experience I had just now was real. "You're trembling!" I told him. "It's okay. I'm alright." He told me in return. I turned my eyes away as I slid my hands to the back of his head, feeling his hair touch the skin of my fingers. I pulled his cheek on my chest and he laid there, resting his head. "I can hear your heart beating." He told me, I felt as his jaw moved from his speaking. I turned my eyes towards him and smiled at him, although I didn't have a front view of him he didn't see my reaction. I placed my hands on his soft light caramel brown hair, as I began to caress his hair softly. And that moment, that very moment changed my life completely. Love was a strange feeling, there just wasn't a clear way to describe it... But it was what I was feeling, and it felt as real as Jack's head resting on my chest now- This was all reality after all. This was the craziest night I had ever had. I could not believe it now, and probably never would.[/b][/center]

keep going.....i love dis movie n it gives me hope of finding my true love someday

[center][b]Jack's Point of View Rose stood in front of me, her cheeks and nose pinched red with the chilly wind from outside, as we were standing on the deck, gazing into each other's eyes with the reflection of the starlit sky in our eyes. Like patterns of the universe, as if I were looking down upon the galaxy. The wind blew, Rose's red curls flew off her shoulder. She parted her lips, as if to say something. She hesitated, but before I knew it she spoke in the most dream-filled voice ever, but it wasn't only dream-ful. It was sincere and true, as if there couldn't ever be anything more truthful than her words. "When the ship docks," She began, a smirk ran through her lips. "I'm getting off with you." Her eyes moved around my face, as if scanning it-- observing every part of me and studying it. She smiled, her eyes beamed with truthfulness and I just didn't know whether to doubt or not if her words were true. "This is crazy!" I told her, she began to laugh, but soon her beautiful laughter faded, she licked her lips once- although her smile managed to stay. "I know," She trailed her eyes down, until she spoke again. "I know... It doesn't make any sense." Her blue-green shimmering eyes trailed up, to meet my face. "But, that's why I trust it." Her words surprised me like realizing the answer to the question of life. Something you'd never expect, you thought would never be-- although the question to why we exist hasn't been answered... but if it were, I bet I would feel the same way as I did now. Rose wasn't weak, I knew that... but there was this part of her that feared. A doubtful, worried Rose. She didn't live life freely-- that was part of the reason why she felt so freedom-less. But her words shocked me, she was starting to lose her worry and transforming into something wonderful, something that was missing for her to fulfil her happiness. I smiled at her, feeling my heart race, I reached over towards her to pull her close. With my arms wrapped around her fiercely like a barrier to the cold, I kissed her on the soft creamy white skin of her forehead. She looked up, her eyes shone up like two glistening diamonds, she spoke again, this time the air around us was so cold that vapor came out her lips, like a lost cloud drifting up to the sky. "Oh, come on Jack." She pulled me by the collar so her face skimmed against mine, before I knew it her cold lips pressed against mine in a delicate manner, before we began to kiss passionately. And soon enough, the creeping coldness we once felt vanished once we held each other so close. I loved Rose with all my life, and truly, I would never let her go. I trusted her words, and although I didn't know how exactly we were going to do it, how we were going to hide from Rose's stuck-up parents, from Cal-- I had no idea, but all I knew was that we were going to do it somehow. I believed in it. We kissed for long minutes, then suddenly we began to hear the chattering of the lookout up ahead of us, not caring that they were watching, we kept on with our business, but suddenly their tone of voices shifted. Anxious and nervous, was their voices. I knew that I had no intention in listening to why they were speaking like that, nor did Rose so we only kept kissing. But soon enough, a sharp and loud noise came crawling into my ears, rising the fear from my skin-- goosebumps appeared on my arms. I jumped back, pulling Rose close as I looked up to see a massive iceberg. My eyes widened at the sight. It looked like a monster, coming close to eat us up in its extreme cold mouth. It glistened and shone under the moon's beam, Rose let out a gasp. The coldness from it creeped in making both of us shiver. The ice scrapped the ship, some of it falling and shattering like glass onto the ship. It made a terrible noise, the type that you flinch from the sound of it. I had pulled Rose close to protect her from the falling ice that almost hit us. I felt her heart beat from my arms. [/b][/center]

[center][b] Continues --- The ship had tried to avoid it, I felt the sudden turn and movement. But it was too late, I felt the ship shudder like it were standing on land during an earthquake. Well, at least the ship didn't directly crash onto the iceberg, it was only the side. Nothing major was going to happen from that, just a minor little scrape. "Did we just hit an iceberg?" Asked Rose. I glanced down to my arms to meet her eyes. "How did they not see it coming if it is so big!" "It was probably too dark to even see, but I don't think nothing much happened or will happen..." I replied as Rose began to walk away from me, towards the starboard rail, looking out overtowards the water. I followed her, placed my hands on the rail and looked down over towards the ships surface. I could barely see anything from the darkness, but it was only a scratch, I was positive. "Looks okay, I can't even see a thing though." I said as I kept swaying my head down, hoping to get a better look, while I clutched onto the railing hoping to not fall overboard. "Could it have damaged the ship?" I could feel Rose's gaze without even meeting her eyes, I turned my head back and met her eyes. I could see my reflection in them, as if they were a mirror. "It didn't seem like much of a bump, I'm sure we're alright." I replied. From behind us, I heard the laughter of a couple steerage people. I turned around to see them kicking the ice, the floor where the ice fell was filled with a puddle of freezing water. That must be a good sign to know that this wasn't a problem. The people playing with the ice made everything around us more secure. Although I knew nothing will be happening to begin with. But for some reason, Rose did look a bit frightened than normal. Her skin shined with a brilliant white as snow glow. I clutched her arm with my hand, and looked at her in the eyes. "Hey," I began, her frightened eyes met mine. "nothing is going to happen, it wasn't anything but a small scratch-- I'm sure it didn't even make water come through. We are fine." "Yes," She took in a deep breath. "You are right, nothing will happen." For some reason, she didn't look so convinced. Why was she worrying so much, that was all I asked myself that moment. It didn't make sense to, it wasn't much what happened just now. It was as if she had just faced the most fearful thing in the world. And knowing her, what happened now shouldn't affect her that much. Rose's eyes stayed on the dark waves below us, as if lost in her thoughts. Suddenly, she began to mumble. "It's bad, we should tell Cal and mother." She didn't bother to move her eyes towards me as she spoke, and she spoke in a dead of emotion kind of manner. She didn't look alright, something must've been happening through her head. Something I didn't know of. "Now it's worse." I mumbled, knowing I'd have to face Cal and the others. I knew perfectly they despised me. And what if they found the drawing? What did Lovejoy tell them about when we escaped him? "Come with me Jack, you jump... I jump, right?" She turned around and she looked up, she ended her sentence with a quick bite of her lower lip, she looked tense and nervous. I just couldn't read why. "Right." I told her, and I made the right choice to have said that. There was noise around us at the deck, the two men up at the lookout earlier had rung the bell, and now inside of the hallways I could hear as people moved around anxiously asking what had just happened. Where was the captain during this whole time? I followed Rose through a door into the ship, the air inside much warmer than out. [/b][/center]

[center][b] Continues --- We kept on walking, until we reached the door. Lovejoy stood at the door with his hands behind his back, a strange expression on his face-- almost looked evil. "We've been expecting you two... come," Lovejoy placed his hand on my shoulder as he accompanied us through the door. We walked in the warm room, everyone stood in front of us, and something creeped into my mind that I knew that something had happened. Did they find the drawing, what were they going to tell me. Ruth, Rose's mother looked serious and stern. The minute she met my eyes, her expression shifted into an angry one. She bit her lower lip furiously, and tucked her robe closer to her throat. Yes, I had been right. Something terrible was about to happen. It was like the first dark clouds and the rushing wind of a storm, you could perfectly sense what was coming. A terrible storm. Rose stood in front of them, her chin held high, her hands clutched into fists beside her hips. "Something," She took a brief moment to gulp in before she continued. "serious has happened." I noticed how she tried to hold a strong expression, but the way her lips tipped downwards uncontrollably made it clear to me she was anxious. And I was sure I was the only one in the room who noticed that of her. "Yes," Cal began to speak, his dark eyebrows raised up. "That's right. Two things dear to me have disappeared this evening. Now that one is back..." He replied. What? Was all that came to my mind that moment, I didn't understand what Cal was talking about. But I was sure it had to do with the drawing. He turned his dark evil eyes from Rose to Jack. I felt like a creeping sensation was coming to me at all directions and I had no way to stop it. Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run off. Cal's look was harsh and made you feel watched, as if he knew everything about you. And the consequence would only be worse. "... I have a pretty good idea where to fine the other." He said after the harsh look. Cal turned to a man who stood beside him, I glanced around... Realizing that everyone was looking at me the same way. Oh no, I had a terrible sense everything was going to end terribly. "Master at arms," Directed Cal. "search him." His piercing eyes fell to me, and hurt like two daggers being flung across the room to hit me. "What?" I said harshly, as the man approached me and said, "Coat off, mate." Lovejoy came towards me, and began to pull at my coat as I shook my head in dismay, shrugging out of it. The Master at Arms meanwhile began to pat me down, as if I were a criminal carrying a deadly bomb. I felt so strange that moment, that I couldn't find any words to describe how I felt. "This is horseshit!" I shouted, before clutching my teeth from saying anymore. I was poor, I knew that. All the rich snobs thought all poor people were bloody thieves, even terrorists. And I knew where they were getting to from this, that I stole something, or did something terrible. Oh god, how ignorant they seemed to me. I felt angry inside, I just couldn't believe it. "Cal, you can't be serious! We're in the middle of an emergency and you--" Rose began to speak, until she trailed off as she watched as Lovejoy pulled something out of my coat. The master at arms finally stopped patting me, good... Because I was about to explode of anger, and confusion like an atomic bomb, as I watched Lovejoy pull out a shimmering blue diamond from my coat. Lovejoy's expression turned to a smirk. He turned his dropping eyes towards me, then back to Cal. "Is this it, sir?" He said. [/b][/center]

[center][b] Continues --- Rose was stunned, needless to say, so was I. I had no idea what was going on, how that got there. I-- I perfectly remembered putting it back, how the hell would it be in my coat. I would never do such a thing, I couldn't. What was Rose going of think of me, surely she'd be convinced with the lie. But how could I make her know I didn't do it. I just couldn't hold a grasp of everything that was going on, I felt like screaming at the top of my lungs to let this trapped anger out. Nothing made sense, nothing. "What?" I shouted in a perplexed manner. I turned my eyes towards Rose as I saw as she whispered in an uncertain manner, "He couldn't have..." Her eyes stared dully at the necklace as Lovejoy passed it onto Cal. Then, that very moment I realized they were accusing me for something I didn't do for the second time. I felt like I couldn't do anything about it, no matter how much I shouted saying I didn't do it. Soon enough, I felt the cold handcuffs wrap around my wrists so tightly, it felt like they stopped my blood pressure. "Rose," I barked to her. "Don't believe them, I didn't do it!" I felt so trapped, everyone was seeing a monster I truly wasn't. I felt so angry, so many emotions were rushing through me with no way to get rid of them. Actually, the only way of freeing myself from the feeling was to know that Rose knew I didn't do it. She knew me, and saw me for who I truly was. She had to know I didn't do it! I felt so trapped, everyone saw something I wasn't and I just couldn't understand. I felt angry and trapped to know everyone saw something I was not. But Rose knew me, she must know me! What was going on, I couldn't understand! I just wanted to scream and drown in my anger. And I was trapped, I was handcuffed for god's sake! Accused of lies and none sense, with no way to let the truth come out, I tipped my head down and let god ruin my life for me. There was nothing I could do to stop it, so I might've as well just let it all happen before me. The more I tried to describe the feeling that moment, the angrier I got knowing that no word I used could compare to the rage I felt. "Of course he could. Easy enough for a professional. He memorized the combination when you opened the safe." Cal told Rose in return to her doubt. "But," Rose was looking solemnly at the wall. "he was with me the whole time." Cal, thinking only Rose heard him, whispered to her coldly. "Maybe he did it while you were putting your clothes back on." Rose gave him a bitter look, I glanced around the room, feeling my heart race. I licked my lips quickly before I tried to speak for myself again, although I knew it wouldn't do much help. "They put it in my pocket!" I shouted. I felt so powerless though, it was no use... I could see her expression fall, Rose felt utterly betrayed, hurt and confused. She shrinked away from me. She listened to the lies and not the man she said she loved. But despite that, I continued trying to shout to her, try to let the truth spread out although everyone thought I was lying and there was no way to change that. And what I hated most was that even Rose believed the lying men. I continued shouting Rose's name as Lovejoy and the Master at Arms dragged me out into the hall. She couldn't even look at me in the eye. I felt powerless to stop anything, I felt so lost and trapped. Everything I loved was taken away from me-- Rose. I didn't want her to leave but her expression showed it. I had nothing now, no point to even live one more day. All the memories and feelings I felt for Rose are now gone, it's useless. I was stupid, I knew something like this would happen eventually if I was in love with a rich young lady like her. How could I have been so stupid. Everything I ever felt was now gone. But although I knew everything was over, I still tried one last time to let her know. They were dragging me out the door when I screamed, "Rose, don't listen to them... I didn't do this! You know I didn't! You know me!" It was useless. She looked devastated, her eyes shimmered with tears as she turned away. Her mother placed a hand on her shoulder, comforting her. And that was the last thing I saw before I was turned away to a cold world filled with lies and pain. [/b][/center]

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[quote]Rose's Point of View Everything was a mess, nothing seemed to have made sense anymore. I remembered feeling free of any problem just an hour ago, but everything changed dramatically within a blink of an eye. I was afraid, trembling through my fear, I felt betrayed and hurt. As if someone just ripped my heart apart. Actually, I could not seem to feel anything at all. I felt numb. I was feeling so much, that I have forgotten how to. Jack, the man I trusted, loved, and admired for the affect he had on me has hurt me like a whip to the heart. I cannot speak, I cannot breathe. I feel lost in a pool of madness, I'd just rather not try-- you know. All is a mess, it'd be more of a mess if I tried to make a sense to this all. So I'd rather not. The vision, the dream... It came calling to me like an endless echo in a long empty room. I closed my eyes and pictured the rushing water going at the speed of sound, crashing down from the glass dome overhead, flowing down onto the grand-staircase and flooding the whole once lively room, the water being like a flowing waterfall of death. The shattering of the glass, the screaming of the people, the piercing coldness of the body. I shook the thought away, opening my eyes again to a dull room. It felt as if I'd already experienced it, and the dream I had was actually a memory. I could feel the fear in my lungs at the thought of it. No, I knew well that it was only a dream. And a mere coincidence that the iceberg incident had happened. The ship will not sink, and everything will be alright. Yet, nothing felt right. Jack, the man I hate to remember now has betrayed me. I felt like a fool to have loved him, I must've known he was... no, I cannot even say it! But at the same time, I do not know what to believe, maybe he did not do it. Yet maybe he did. I do trust him, don't I? I do love him... do I? I know him too well to know he'd never do something like that. I couln't decide, I didn't know what to feel! I was driving myself insane at the thought. That was why I didn't want to feel, didn't want to try to make a sense to this all. Because when I did, everything only just got more perplexing, and messier. When all I want is the opposite! [/quote]

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[center][b] Rose's Point of View Everything was a mess, nothing seemed to have made sense anymore. I remembered feeling free of any problem just an hour ago, but everything changed dramatically within a blink of an eye. I was afraid, trembling through my fear, I felt betrayed and hurt. As if someone just ripped my heart apart. Actually, I could not seem to feel anything at all. I felt numb. I was feeling so much, that I have forgotten how to. Jack, the man I trusted, loved, and admired for the affect he had on me has hurt me like a whip to the heart. I cannot speak, I cannot breathe. I feel lost in a pool of madness, I'd just rather not try-- you know. All is a mess, it'd be more of a mess if I tried to make a sense to this all. So I'd rather not. The vision, the dream... It came calling to me like an endless echo in a long empty room. I closed my eyes and pictured the rushing water going at the speed of sound, crashing down from the glass dome overhead, flowing down onto the grand-staircase and flooding the whole once lively room, the water being like a flowing waterfall of death. The shattering of the glass, the screaming of the people, the piercing coldness of the body. I shook the thought away, opening my eyes again to a dull room. It felt as if I'd already experienced it, and the dream I had was actually a memory. I could feel the fear in my lungs at the thought of it. No, I knew well that it was only a dream. And a mere coincidence that the iceberg incident had happened. The ship will not sink, and everything will be alright. Yet, nothing felt right. Jack, the man I hate to remember now has betrayed me. I felt like a fool to have loved him, I must've known he was... no, I cannot even say it! But at the same time, I do not know what to believe, maybe he did not do it. Yet maybe he did. I do trust him, don't I? I do love him... do I? I know him too well to know he'd never do something like that. I couln't decide, I didn't know what to feel! I was driving myself insane at the thought. That was why I didn't want to feel, didn't want to try to make a sense to this all. Because when I did, everything only just got more perplexing, and messier. When all I want is the opposite! Jack, the dream, the ghost, the ship, the iceberg, the pain, the mess, Cal, the feelings-- now nothing, the happiness-- now gone, and most importantly, the freedom. All gone. It made no sense, obviously the ghost and the vision was all a dream. But for it suddenly going the way it went in the vision. This ship won't sink, it can't. It wasn't named "Titanic, the unsinkable ship" for nothing. But the pain, I wouldn't be able to go on another day like this. Just forget it and don't try to resolve your problems! You'll only make a bigger mess!I thought to myself. Mother suddenly stood up, shaking me awake from my thoughts. "I'd better get dressed." She said as she walked towards a door and left the room. I didn't want to be left alone with Cal, I could see the way his eyes beamed with anger. But before I could do anything, mother left the room. I met eyes with Cal, trying my best to seem fearless and brave. I looked at him in the eyes. My sweaty palms clutched into fists beside me. Cal began to walk towards me, fury washed through his face and that was all there was. Behind his reddened face laid more anger. Like burning hot lava, waiting to erupt. He walked towards me in a rushed manner, quickening with each step he took until he stood in front of me. I truly wasn't ready for what was coming, and sadly I hadn't taken a deep breath before. [/b][/center]

[center][b]So when Cal's hard as steel hand came like a bullet through the air, onto my cheek. I was left without a breath. Was left heaving through corrupted lungs. It all happened before I could think, react, or even blink. And it hurt like a blow, well it was a blow. Yet, the blow was inconsequential compared to the blow my heart had been given the moment I realized Jack never loved me, only used me. Cal grabbed my shoulders roughly, I was left paralyzed with pain, my eyes turned away from his face, my hair fallen onto my face, body melting like snow. "It is a little slut, isn't it?" He yelled, I could feel his breath. The waves of anger he was shooting off. He shook me violently, "Look at me, you little--" Before the word could escape his lips, a loud knock on the door came like a gunfire. An urgent voice from outside, the door opened and a steward peeked his frightened face in through the door. "Sir, I've been told to ask you to please put on your life vest, and come up to the boat deck." He said, a look of a bit of embarrassment on his face to have walked in at the worst moment. "Get out, we're busy!" Cal shouted back. But the steward persisted, as he walked in to get the life vest down from the top of a dresser. "Go away, I said!" Cal shouted again. "I'm sorry about the inconvenience, Mr. Hockley, but it's Captain's orders. Please dress warmly, it's quite cold tonight." While the steward spoke, I could hear everyone from outside. Rushing through the hallways, people asking themselves what was going on, stewards coming to knock on each door. Everything screamed to me my biggest fear. It was only a dream, nothing is going to happen... "Not to worry, I'm sure it's just a precaution." The steward added. Not to worry? The ship hit an iceberg! At least say what happened! But with every thought I got closer to the conclusion in my dream. Once again, I mumbled to myself without anyone noticing: It was only a dream, nothing is going to happen... "This is ridiculous," Muttered Cal. The stewards were being so polite and obsequious, they were conveying no sense of danger whatsoever. However, it was another story in... The door leading to the corridor outside flung open, revealing to me all the mess and noise outside. People from all over were shouting and yelling, bouncing from door to door, announcing, "Life vests on, everyone, life vests on!" Everyone's faces showed pure confusion, no one had any idea what was going on. Soon enough, Molly, Cal, Mother and the others were all escorted near the grand staircase, along with the rest of the first class passengers. I glanced up to meet my eyes with the glistening dome over my head, shinning with the moon's light. The water, the screaming, the shattering of the dome... No, it was all a dream! God damn it!... I couldn't stand it! I knew well that I shouldn't think about it, knowing it was only a dream. I took in a deep breath, trying to calm my soul down. The room around me wasn't completely peaceful, but soothing classical music was being played by a band by the corner. They were handing us warm tea, as if nothing were happening. Molly began to speak to a young steward, she frighted him as he barely tripped with the stairs. "What's doing, sonny? You've got us all trussed up and now we're cooling our heels." She stammered. [/b][/center]

[center][b] "Uhh, sorry miss. Let me go and find out." He spat out through the fear. I was dissapointed at all the stewards whom must've known exactly what was going on, yet refused to let us know the truth just to avoid the panic. I knew it must've been the captain's orders to specifically not tell anyone anything that happened, but really? This was all a mess! Cal began to whine to mother, as I followed them through the room like a zombie following along with the pack of all the other zombies. Dead, I felt. Left without a choice, with nothing else to do but follow along. "It's just the God damned English doing everything by the book!" Whined Cal. "There's no need for language, Mr. Hockley." My mother replied, she turned around to Trudy. She began to speak to her, giving her orders. "Trudy... Go back and turn the heater on in my room, so it won't be too cold when we get back." "Yes miss," Bowed Trudy until she left and vanished into the crowd of noisy people. When I turned my eyes towards the grand staircase, ignoring all the noise around me, one thing caught my eye. Mr. Adrews, he walked down the stairs in an almost weak manner. His heart-broken face making it obvious to me the truth of this all. He glanced around the magnificent room, which he knew was doomed. I began to walk towards him, ignoring Cal and mother. Yet, I could hear Cal's footsteps from behind me. "Mr. Andrews," I said. He didn't look my direction. "Mr. Andrews," I repeated. He glanced around, looking towards where the voice had come from. Until he noticed my presence, "Ahh, Rose. It's lovely to see you again." He sounded terribly depressed, with lack of emotion. His brown eyes shinned with a dull color, with so much lack of expression even his honey brown eyes lost their precious color. His skin was pale, a look so obvious that made me pity this poor man. I knew well it wasn't his fault for everything that was happening, but maybe for the possible deaths on the ship... who is left to blame but him, Mr. Ismay, the captain and all the other who helped make the Titanic happen. He must've been killing himself from inside. "Mr. Andrews, I saw the iceberg, and I see it in your eyes. Please tell me the truth." I told him, the noisy people around us didn't notice our conversation or anything except into keep whining and perplexing over what was going on, when the answer was right in front of them. Mr. Andrew's eyes glanced around nervously, he gulped in, until meeting my eyes again. And in the most dreadful voice ever heard, he mumbled. "The ship will sink." His words hit me like a thousand knives. Except once those thousand stopped, another thousand echoed through the room to be flung to me again. I had never felt more haunted. There is no worry, it is just a coincidence, there is nothing to worry... "You're certain?" I quivered the words out, trying my best to hide the desire to scream. "Yes," He had told me. "in an hour or so... all this... will be at the bottom of the Atlantic." My heart stopped, I couldn't breathe. I topped a hand upon my mouth, in disbelief. Felt as my eyes widened from fear. "My God, the Titanic, sinking?" I heard Cal's stunned words. "Please tell only who you must, I don't want to be responsible for a panic. And get to a boat quickly. Don't wait. You remember what I told you about the boats?" Mr. Andrews told me. A distant memory came to me, remembering the day I had told him that there weren't even enough life boats for even half the members on the ship. And why, you may ask... Why did they only have lifeboats for half, when clearly there was over 2 thousand people on board?... well, people thought it would take up too much space on the deck. First class people of course, complained over this none sense. And now just take a look at what was happening now! I could assume I was trembling that very moment, but I only tried my best to be fearless. "Yes, I understand. Thank you." I told him. I was indecisive. I didn't know what to do, and was unable to make any decision whatsoever. I was too afraid to. [/b][/center]

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[center]Jack's Point of View Mr. Lovejoy and the master at arms had dragged me onto one of the last floors on the ship, I watched as they handcuffed me onto a white painted pole at the corner of the room. I turned my face around, but I had trouble to do so as my body was to be turned in only one direction which was to the waterpipe. I turned around to see as Lovejoy pulled out a deadly gun from his jacket, as if to shoot me if I decided to run off. I actually could, but knew I wouldn't anyway how. It was too late now, I was already completely tied onto the pole. Lovejoy's piercing gaze made me feel threatened. As if he were about to devour me like a starved carnivore. The walls around me shined brightly with the white paint, and there was a small and circular window showing me the dark ocean around. The engines had stopped and what I assumed was going to happen was that we were all going to wait till the ship sinks and all die. The scratch hadn't only been a scratch, I'm afraid to assume that the ice actually did puncture holes and scrapped through the ships surface. The boiler room was most probably flooded by now, why else would they have stopped the engines! I might just drown in this room now, god it was hopeless. But I, anyway how kept on hoping. As if reaching out a hand to grasp a faint light, it was there somewhere-- the hope. And I wanted to believe it wasn't only my imagination. Why did I believe there was hope? Well, I had just assumed all of this. I did not know for sure if maybe a rescue ship will arrive and not a soul will die, maybe everything will be alright. Hope really did brighten me up, worry and fear being the darkness, hope illuminated me up entirely. Freeing me from the worry. But it never got rid of the aching of my heart. Rose. I had surely lost her, but I loved her so dearly. The only thing I had left to do was hope. Hope she'd come back, that she believed in me, that she knew me so well to know I would never do such a thing. I'd figured that in the most hopeless situations, when you know that there is nothing you can do to make a difference, all you are left to do is close your eyes-- and follow that bright light that will lead you away from the darkness. That was all that was left for me to do-- hope. Suddenly a knock came towards the door, a crew member suddenly busted in and said, "You're wanted by the Purser, sir. Urgently." He was speaking to the master at arms. The master at arms looked around, as if asking himself if he should go and leave this situation unfinished. But that was when Lovejoy said, "Go on. I'll keep an eye on him." He glanced over at me, that same unwipe-able deadly look on his face. The master at arms nodded and tossed the handcuff key to Lovejoy, then exited with the crewman. Lovejoy flipped the key into the air, catching it with only one hand. He walked towards a wooden table, sat himself on the chair, and placed the gun on the table. He pulled a bullet out on the desk and watched it roll across and fall off. He picked the bullet up to do it again. A few more minutes passed, when there was bitter silence. I turned my eyes to the small window behind me, and had to bite my lower lip from saying anything. I was shocked, goosbumps rushed past my arms. I stared as the water covered half the window from outside. I could feel its deathy cold tempeture from inside. The water was rising dramatically, last time I had turned to look at the window, the water wasn't there. The ship was surely sinking.[/center]

[center]"You know," Lovejoy suddenly began. "I believe this ship may sink." I watched as he pulled himself from the seat, and crossed over towards me. "And I've been asked to give you this small token of our appreciation..." Before I knew it, he swung a hard fist through the air, hitting me on the stomach. I was left without a breath, flinching back as if it'd help. Tightening my face with closed eyes. I tried to breathe for a moment, but the air wouldn't reach my lungs. A few minutes passed, when I finally was able to breathe again. But Lovejoy had already left the room and closed the door, leaving me here to die. A few minutes passed where I didn't know whether to yell for help, or to stay quiet. I parted my lips, as if to call out for help. But suddenly, I gave up the words and turned my gaze towards the floor. I had hoped for Rose to come back, that was selfish of me. Maybe all that is left to do is hope, but hope for things that you hope will happen, not hope for the things you know won't happen. So, maybe Rose won't come back, maybe I will drown in this room and never see her again. But all I can hope for now, is for Rose to know I love her and would never forget her. Pls dont forget to join my group in fb https://m.facebook.com/groups/1465244460463837?refid=8&_ft_=qid.6175743599257143441%3Amf_story_key.2521688595596034530%3AeligibleForSeeFirstBumping.&__tn__=C[/center]

There's 3 tings in life dat u should never miss. 1)Love 2)Faith 3)hope keep hoping jare @ jack

nxt plz

The Suspense here is qettinq Much....@Shaxee plz do somethinq abt it...

Vhiz suspense z scawin' da heck outta meh......next plzzz

Hmmnn,,,,,,,,,,,, surely U̶̲̥̅̊ will be saved

Save yourself or perish

[center]***************"*************************************"**************** Rose's Point of View Cal, mother, Molly and all the others were all pushed onto the ship deck by loud and noisy stewards. Every corridor in the ship was a mess, shouting people, nervous breakdowns, some were calm, yet some panicked. All of the first class passengers were to be the first get on the lifeboats. And I didn't know what else to do, but follow Cal and the others. The night sky beamed with the stars, the waves serene yet dark. It was freezing outside, and the fear would just not leave my side. Like a shadow, it followed me everywhere. The ship was sinking, I could hear the loud creaks and strange noises the walls made, the loud bending, sounded like loud screams for help. It was haunting me, and Jack wouldn't leave my thoughts. From the outside I might've seemed like a zombie, with no care but to follow the pack, but on the inside I was panicking, screaming, and even crying! There were so many people around me, I wasn't even aware of what was going on. I glanced around, and it almost looked as if each person were telling their own story, situation... life. I observed, one woman wanted to return for her necklace, another had a weeping child in her arms, a man was caressing her daughter's hair-- but this was all first class. Imagine how it must've been in the crowded hallways of the second and third class. And I bet not even a quater of them would make it out alive. The man who must've been in charge of the life boats had his boats swung out. He was standing amidst a crowd of uncertain passengers in all states of dress and undress. One first class woman was barefoot, others in stockings. The waiters of the restaurant were in top hats and overcoats. Others were still in evening dress, while some were in bathrobes and kimonos. Women were wearing life vests over velvet gowns, then topping it with a thicker coat. Some brought jewels, others books, even small dogs. The man in charge of the boats saw as Captian Smith was walking stiffly towards him and quickly went to him towards him. He yelled into the Captain's ear, over the noisy crowd on deck. I watched the captain only nod in return to whatever he told him. The man in charge of the boats turned away towards all the rest of the crew members, and shouted loudly, directing them to get a boat ready. I turned around, to the other end of the deck to see a band, all with their violins and other instruments in their hands. They were speaking to each other, words I couldn't hear. Only the movements to their lips, when suddenly they began to play a song. The music filled the noisy air, only adding more sound. It didn't do much help to calm us all down, if that was their intention. "Ladies and children, please step onto the lifeboat!" I heard someone call out. Suddenly, I heard another voice from behind me. "You watch, they'll put us off in these silly little boats to freeze, and we'll all be back on board by breakfast." That moment, I was only standing frozen in place. What was I doing there, why was this all happening. Why would god let such a thing happen. I couldn't believe this all, it was all too much to take in. To understand. The ship was sinking, the dream had a coincidence to this situation and I could clearly see the ending, Jack had betrayed me, I felt heart-broken, I was furious. How would I ever clear all this mess up, how could I ever close my eyes to breathe in air without pain for once? I just want to runaway from this all, to not have to face this monster of a problem. Everyone's voices from around me were blurred, as if coming from another world. Time seemed to have slowed, as all that I was living in during this whole situation was in my world of thoughts, and everything around me didn't matter.[/center]

[center]***************"*************************************"**************** I blinked, keeping my eyes to the dark sea ahead of me. Suddenly, a soft soothing melody played through my head. I blinked again, and this time all that was ahead of me was the bright afternoon sky, it had not a single cloud, the waves were warm and blue-- filled with beauty and happiness. The warm breeze blew, ruffled my curls. I glanced around to see Jack and I, sitting on a wooden chair. I had Jack's drawings in my hands, I was skimming through them. Jack was watching me with a dreamy look the whole time. And it was as if I was watching myself. I walked closer towards them but no one could see me, I was watching myself in the past-- I figured. No, actually... I was daydreaming. Memories rushed passed my mind like racing horses. Next thing I saw was Jack and I dancing in the loud room. Laughter, feelings, voices-- memories. The memory was a sweet melody, that kept playing in my head. I opened my eyes, to find myself back at the loud deck with the panicking people. How I yearned to go back, to the few days where life felt like it was supposed to feel. But Jack was gone, and I had to learn to move on. But how? If I couldn't even understand a thing that was going on. "My brooch," My mother suddenly called. Her voice woke me up from my thoughts like a slap to the face. "I left my brooch. I must have it!" Before she turned back to get to her room, Cal grabbed her briskly by the arm and told her. "Stay here Ruth, I'll get it." The grasp was so firm that it surprised her. Mother's eyes blinked, without a word to say before Cal went through the crowd and into the door. I turned my gaze back to the mess around me. I watched as they loaded women and children onto a lifeboat. Their faces showed fear, one of the daughters was waving to her father. But the worst part was that half of the life boat was filled-- only half. And they were already loading it down. "Lower away! By the left and right together, steady lads!" Called a man. The boat lurched as it came to fall, a bit uneven from the pulling of the rope. The women gasped. The boat descended, swaying and jerking, towards the freezing water 60 feet below them. The passengers were terrified. I let out a sigh, it came out as vapor through my lips in the cold air. What was I to do? Then, out of the blue, I heard a loud boom. I glanced up over to where the sound had come from. They had just lighted the first distress rocket. It shot up into the sky and exploded with a thunderclap over the ship, sending out white starbursts which lit up the entire deck as they fell. Everyone's faces were bathed white with the light it sent out. They started loading the boat nearest to us, boat number six. I was left without movement, paralyzed with fear. Will this boat now mean I will never see Jack again, I just didn't know whether to believe it or not. Maybe he didn't steal anything at all! Oh god, what should I do? My heart began to race at the decision I had to make. "Women and children only!" Called out the man in charge of our boat, he turned his eyes towards Cal. "Sorry sir, no men yet." Another rocket burst overhead, lighting the crowd. Startled faces turned upward. Fear now in their eyes. All I was left to do was observe the world around me, and run away from the decision that way. A decision called "Life". A man through the corner of my eye caught my gaze. He held a biograph camera set up, cranking away... hoping to get an exposure off the rocket's light. He had a woman posed in front of the scene at the boats.[/center]

[center]***************"*************************************"**************** "You're afraid, darling. Scared to death. That's it!" He called out. Either she suddenly learned to act or she was petrified. Well, I knew that the first class people were ignorant and plain stupid to not realize what was going on, but to do something like this? I was surprised, really... I watched as Cal returned with mother's brooch from the corner of my eyes. I wasn't really listening to their conversation so I turned my attention to what was in front of me, I watched the farewells as they took place right in front of me. Husbands were saying goodbye to wives and children. Lovers and friends parted. Nearby, Molly was getting a reluctant woman to board the life boat. Molly's blue eyes turned towards Mother, before she stepped onto the life boat. "Come on, you heard the man. Get in the boat, sister." She told her. "Will the lifeboats be seated according to class? I hope they're not too crowded--" She had said. Her words hit me like a revolving wave of slaps across my face. I just couldn't believe she had said that, how selfish! I couldn't believe how different I was from all the people around me, I didn't belong here. But I atleast needed to let her know how selfish she was being. The first time I realized that words that shouldn't even matter offended me so much. I blurted out with all I could, "Oh, Mother shut up!" Mother froze in place at my reaction. "Don't you understand? The water is freezing and there aren't enough boats... not enough by half. Half the people on this ship are going to die." I barked back at her. "Not the better half." Cal told me. His words hit me like a thunderbolt. And that very moment, I realized what I had been too stupid to have realized before. Jack, he never stole the necklace. He never did anything. He was being punished for doing not a thing. Jack, he was third class-- and not only that, he was handcuffed. I knew exactly what to do, and my moment of indecisiveness passed. I made the decision to go look for Jack. Not be with these ungrateful bastards. I just could not believe it. "You unimaginable bastard." I whispered, although loud enough for him to hear. I turned my attention back to Molly and mother. As Molly was helping her onto the empty boat. A couple other people hopped in as Molly said, "Come on, Ruth, get in the boat. These are the first class seats right up here." She practically handed mother to the man in charge of the life boats, mother obeyed. Not saying a single word, she was shocked at me. But I just didn't care anymore, I was to leave with Jack. The moment I glanced to what was in back of me, to try to run away already, was when Molly called out to me. "Come on, Rose. You're next, darlin'." Her voice startled me, I turned my eyes to in front as I gulped in. I shook my head, feeling my heart race, palms growing sweaty. I clutched them into fists beside me as I watched mother's stern expression, she sat at the corner of the lifeboat, the people from in back of her waving to their loved ones. But my attention stayed on mother. "Rose, get in the boat!" Mother shouted. I took in a deep breath, I was ready to run away to never see their faces again. Jack, I couldn't believe I didn't believe him the minute they accused him, oh god I felt guilty. The fists that swayed beside me tightened, as I began to speak my last words to her. "Goodbye mother." I tried to keep my expression stern and serious, and I did not fail. I turned away, my hair swaying as I turned. My attention was on how to get through the crowd and in through the door, but before I moved one foot, Cal's firm grip held me back. I turned my eyes towards him, as I pulled my arm free, clutching my teeth. I rushed through the crowd. Pushing through people so I could get away, so Cal would not be able to find me. I heard his loud calls, "Rose, come back here!" I only kept running. But before I made it through the door, Cal's grip came to me again, forcing me to look him in the eye. The black night sky stood from behind his face, and it was almost as if the sky seemed more interesting than his face. "Where are you going? To him? Is that it? To be a whore to that gutter rat?" He spat out at me. "I'd rather be his whore than your wife." I blurted out, yet I didn't feel guilty afterwards. I was proud I said that. He clenched his jaw and squeezed my arm viciously, before he could pull me back to the life boat, I did the thing I had always wanted to do. The thing Jack had taught me, and I used his life teachings for good this time. I gathered saliva in my mouth, until I let it out like a bomb of gob. It flew through the air, until it splashed like water onto Cal's face. Before I could even see his reaction, I turned away and continued to run.[/center]

haha, good for him, pls go find ur love

Hmmnn,,,,,,,he is jex wasting his time