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The next day Rose was allowed to go in look for Jack. She found him on the other side of the room, sleeping peacefully. She sets on the side of his bed and runs a shaky hand through his golden hair. He looked so peaceful and Angelic. If only he opened his eyes…tell her that everything was alright now. That soon they’ll be on solid ground.
"Name Miss?" a officer comes up to her, a clip board and pen in hand. Rose looks at the officer and sighed.
"Dawson. Rose Dawson. And this is Jack Dawson…my fiancee," Rose turns back to Jack.
"Thank you," The officer nods before walking away.
"Oh Jack wake up," Rose begins to sob and hides her head in her hands at a loss at to what to do next.
"How about making Dawson your real last name?" a weak voice asks and a cool hand touching her arm. Rose looks up to stair into a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Jack…you’re awake," Rose sniffs, wiping away her tears.
"Well I made a promise. And you know me, I never break a promise," Jack weakly smiles and squeezes her hand. "Now answer my question. What do you feel about making Dawson your official last name?"
"I’d like that very much," Rose smiled, leaning down and gently kissing his cool lips. She can’t help but wonder when he’ll start feeling warm again. "We’ll marry once we reach New York."
"When?
How? Was he mad about you leaving
him?"
"Well…he didn’t
give it to me personally. I found
them in his coat pocket. I know
we should probably return them
Jack, but after all he’s
done to us...he owes us this.
Don’t you think?"
Jack just looks up at Rose and shakes his head. "What am I going to do with you Rose?"
Rose smiled. "Marry me and make me the happiest woman in the world," Rose laughed, leaning down to hug Jack tightly, thanking God that he had spared Jack’s life. She wouldn’t be able to go on without him.