My Story, The Titanic Does Lives On... She had finally made it. The Santa Monica Pier. It had taken weeks, but she had made it. Now Rose could do all the things they had planned together, although Rose knew some part of her was missing, and it would never be the same.

Almost every day Rose had mistaken someone to be Jack. Rose felt like she saw him everywhere, in newspapers, on the street, in restaurants. Jack lurked around every corner. Her memory could never be erased of the love of her life.

The Santa Monica Pier seemed different to what Rose had imagined. Instead of a nice, quiet peaceful area, the streets were packed with people, hustling about in no particular direction. It seemed like a maze, every corner looked the same.

Exhausted after walking around for what seemed to Rose like hours, she sat calmly on a chair which was in the middle of nowhere. Around her birds chirped noisily, young children laughed and sang. Everyone was happy.

Her aching legs turned to jelly as she looked at the daring roller coaster to her right. Rose asked herself why she was doing this. Her whole life was so changed she didn’t recognise herself. She turned the other way. A beautiful sunset was sinking away, and night was drawing near. A tall tree cast eerie shadows across the grass. Rose noticed a young man and his friend under the tree. Their eyes met. This man seemed to resemble Jack so much it frightened Rose. Quickly jumping up, her jacket dropped to the floor. Running away across into the night, the man just sat and wondered.