Chapter Eleven

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Judi's Pov
It was a little hard and reckless to keep Jack away from going into the water or slipping away to the pain. In the pit of my stomach I was afraid he was slipping away. Both the water was freezing and slipping ontop of the door further splashing and mixing between us.

"Hey sweetie you still there?" I whispered to him, I felt his hands weekly squeezing at my hands, harder into his own. I then moved my fingers to brush across the coolness on his skin.

The frost bite surely was taking over the both of us I didn't care he was bringing even the slightest of warm against my flesh. "We were talking about names?" The gravelly rumble of his voice was keeping me from slipping and letting my body fall into the ocean to forever sleep with the water.

"A boy should be Avery." I joked, Jack seemed to find light humor in that, holding at my palms even more. He pressed his forehead to my own some breathing out a tight loop of air.

"I like that and for a girl.." He passed for a couple seconds. I got lost in roaming my eyes across the frost gathering across his brown hair, and fluttering in his eyelashes I wanted to brush and wipe it away so his vision wasn't frozen.

"Rose." He said more, like he was determined with that one name. I repeated the babies names just quietly not a soul could hear me and him whispering with our frozen vocal cords. So eerily silent across the ice numb ocean, all the screams and lights had faded. The rush of death sinking into the night sky and across the icebergs.

"Rose and Avery Dawson I like that." I giggled quietly pecking at Jack's lips few times, trying to keep them from quivering ad chattering louder in place. My numb body moved a little, so Jack could have more room to press his body near my own, rubbing all over my shoulders and brush ing his cheek across my own.

"Judi Dawson sounds good too." I weekly laughed looking at Jack through the heavy weight of my hair frozen gazing at him.

"The Dawsons. How cliche we will be on the block of our neighbors, traveling the world." I joked to him my voice still shaking the words trapped in my throat.

"Jack... If we die."

"Don't say that honey." I breathed in roughly some sorting through my thoughts for better words.

"I'm just saying if we don't make it, that meeting you for these few days has been the best of my life. Watching you draw and laughing and being free. It's all I ever wanted in my life and I'm glad I shared it with you." He looked at me through the bits of his hair, smiling looking down at the ice blue water.

"What was your favorite part?" I let his question linger for a moment, another giggle escaping from me.

"I want to say it was paint me like your French girls but it was the night we met when you thought I was jumping, but the real first time I saw you was when you were down on the deck and we locked eyes." I could visually see Jack's eyes lit up for a second.

"You saw me?" He asked hopeful. I nodded with some light laughter.

"I could see those blue eyes anywhere Jack yeah." I smiled at him some more fluttering my eyes. I think I could feel my body growing numb. I had to have been sub coming to death, rambling to none ends to Jack.

The stars looked haunting from above us. Like it was lighting the path for us.

"I think mine was us running through the halls." I listened to him closely. Like it was the only solstice to our death. I listened to Jack before I could hear this loud shouting that had me tensed up. There were people out?

"Is anyone out there can you hear me!" I quickly stare at Jack he paused for a moment looking at me with wide eyes. I wanted to scream, shout help but it felt like my vocal cords were frozen from crying in fear.

Jack moved a bit nodding over towards a body with a life vest on it. I had more strength then he did to kiss at his face. "I'm gonna get help." I reassured Jack. He didn't want to me go. Still he managed a determined head nod.

I let go of his arms sliding my body into the freezing water swimming towards the body. The ripples of pain was like a punch to my gut, pulling the half dead body out of the water. I grabbed the whistle that was around their neck, using all the breath that my lungs could muster. I blew with all my might into the whistle harder and louder each time.

I used all the oxygen that I could seeing a bright orange like light flashing across towards where me and Jack was. I started crying silently seeing the life boat swimming back towards us.

I had felt arms around me, I weakly held onto Jack, crying in his hold while he held at the side of my head.

We survived.. We are alive. The mere though caused me to cry harder gasping to keep the air in my lungs when the boat came over to help the both of us out of the water and in place.

Jack held me in his arms and lap squeezing me tightly. I managed to look at the closet door were Jack tried to save me, were we almost died. I held at his arms still gasping while being rowed away. Jack kissed all over my temples keeping me close against him.

"We made it we made it.. Shhh." He whispered to me his own tears, and choked up sobs leaving him. He pressed his head to the side of my own.

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