It was 20 years after the Titanic had sunk. Every event that has happened is still very vivid and fresh in my mind. How my love, jack died, all those screams and cries for help still haunt my dreams every night I close my eyes. It's terrible, yet I survive. Today, I was heading to work. I work and run my own pottery. I took my keys out of my coat and unlocked the door to my shop. I opened the door, the hinges creaking, desperately asking for oil. I walked over to the shop where I make my vases and started working. A few hours had passed till I heard the door open.
"Hello?" Someone said, knocking on the door.
I turned off the wheel and went to wash my hands over the sink. After I got all the mud off my hands, I wiped them off my apron and walked towards the shop. As I walk to the shop, I could see that it was a man with a black coat and a fedora.
"Hi there! How may I help you?" I asked cheerfully. The man turned around so that I could see his face clearly. He looks quite familiar but I could not put my finger on whom this mysterious man is.
"Rose" the mysterious man said my name like it was from a memory." Rose I-I thought you were dead, sunk, lying on the bottom of the ocean!"
"Well you certainly do not have any faith in me" I contradicted. "Who are you? How do you know who I was?"
"I- it's me, Cal? Cal Hockley? Your ex-fiancée?" The man, Cal answered.
"C- Cal? What are you doing here?"
"I heard you survived. I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe that you survived" he answered, reaching over the counter to either hold my hand or hug me, I backed away from his reach.
"What are you doing here? After all this years, you come back? After all you did?" I lashed out with all the anger that had built up all this years. "You tried to kill jack and I? You aimed a gun at us! Why are you here?"
"I came to get what's mine!"
"What's yours? What? I don't have anything of yours!"
"Oh but my dear you do! You have the diamond, the heart of the ocean"
"I don't follow what you're saying. I don't have it."
"YES YOU DO! I placed it inside the coat I placed in your back the night the titanic sank!"
"I do not believe a word you said! You don't have proof that I have the necklace!"
"I want it back Rose, I WILL get it back, even of it's the last thing I do!" Cal warned and turned his back and walked out the shop.
I was scared. I was scared that he would haunt me down until I give him back the necklace. I waited, slept with one eye open every night. It wasn't until a few months past, one morning when I went out to get my mail and saw the headlines on the newspaper.
"Carl Hockley, found dead in his house late last night."
