If Jack survived Titanic

The story of Yesterday

Suddenly, she woke up.
She sat up, quickly.
She looked around, started to recognise the window to her right, the musty lamp in the ceiling, the rug on the floor in the same condition and the walls with ashy blue colour she hated. But how had she got here? She couldn't remember at all.

She carefully touched the floor with her bare feet and started to walk to the living room. These walls were covered with drawings Jack had made, so this room had become her favourite one. She slowly walked to the balcony. The sun shone bright and made it feel like a dart hitting her head. She covered her eyes with her palms and sat down quickly. Otherwise she thought she would pass out. She crawled her way back to the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, she woke up again. Jack sat beside her, on his side of the bed.

"Hi there" he said. "You slept so deeply. I didn't bear to wake you up".
"What happened?" Rose asked, sounding as if she was just half awake. "I remember nothing, except for a painful headache".
"We were at a bar last night. You were drinking... a lot it seemed" he said.
"Jesus" Rose said, sat up but laid down almost just as quickly. The headache hadn't disappeared yet. "Fuck" she said, cover her whole face with her palms now. "I'm sorry Jack. I don't remember everything, but patches" she said "gosh". 

"Why are you apologizing?" Jack asked, and he genuinely wonderd it seemed.

"Because it is embarassing. It is utterly embarrassing to know that I've been behaving like a lunatic around other people. Especially since I apperantly was unable to take care of myself" she said "oh gosh..". 

"Honey, it's ok" she heard him smiling while he said it, as if he found Rose's reaction unexpectedly and much bigger than necessarily. "It is not a big deal. It is common for people to act odd at such bars, and especially to see other's act oddly there". That actually made her feel less anxious. "Don't you worry Rose" he said and stroke hear hair with his palm. 

Rose let go of her face with her palms and took a deep breath, letting most of the anxiousness go with the air sipping out throung her nostrils. 

"But what happened?" she asked, this time much more composed "I mean, after we just left the bar" she looked at him now. 

"Well," he started "obviously we walked home. Sometimes you required to go for yourself, sometimes you required my physical support. You were really determined in your decissions each time" he smiled as he said it, as if it was something he liked with it. "When we came home, you sat down in the hallway, leaning against the chest of drawers, watching the apartment from where you sat. You pointed at different things in the apartment with your hand and told me that this is all a human could ever ask for. Having a job and a simple apartment. You said that no one should want the money and the glamour of a wealthy life when it is possible to have a normal life like this. Being treated as a human instead of something unwanted that would never become good ehough. You said that your life is better than ever right now, and that it is good enogh now. You said that you had never though you would feel this sort of satisfaction over your life. You told me that yet you do it now, and you told me that it is such a relief".

He paused.

"Continiue" Rose said, truely caught up in the story of yesterday. 

Jack took a breath, as if he was trying to remember what actually happened. "You became worried about something, almost afraid it seemed. I don't know what caused it, it came quite sudden. You cried and wanted me to hold you. I did. After a while we both got in here. You cried a bit and wanted me to keep holding you, and I did. Than we be both fell asleep". 

Rose didn't know what to say. It all was so sweet, she thought. He was so sweet.