Every night in her dreams...

Every night in my dreams

I see you, I feel you,

That is how I know you go on…

        Every time the darkness of the night wrapped the sleeping American city in silence, Rose closed her eyes and saw him…       She plunged into the realm of Morpheus, following his voice and seeing his outstretched hand in front of her…       She walked along the pier in Santa Monica to the steep slides already visible in the distance, not alone, but holding tightly to his callused fingers from infinite pencil work…       She stood barefoot on the golden sand and looked at the azure expanse of the ocean, and his hands gently pressed her from behind, and she felt his warm breath on her pale skin…       They stood lost in a tremulous kiss, and against the background of these people carefully embracing each other, the blood-red sun was hiding behind the eternal blue of the deep sea…  

Far across the distance

And spaces between us

You have come to show you go on.

        But Rose needs to leave this sweet world — in an hour she should already be at the tavern, where factory workers and representatives of other low-paid crafts usually dine, to serve them food and clean up after them. But she doesn't want to…       "Oh, Jack, don't leave me. I don't want to go there — I want to stay with you," the girl whispers to him. "       "Rose, honey, I’ll always be here, in your heart," he tells her softly, pulling away a little and running his hand over her face. "But now ya have to go there. At least for my sake, please, do it."       "Well, alright…" sighs the young lady. "Then give me a…       However, before she can finish the young man impetuously leans forward and hugs the girlish body to himself.       "…a one more hug," Rose finishes, smiling in surprise, and snuggles up to a strong male chest, blissfully closing her eyes."       "We'll be together again tonight," Jack whispers, burying his nose in the fiery curls. "Come Josephine…"       "… in my flying machine," the girl finishes the line of the song and opens her eyes… realizing that he is no longer in the dear arms on a warm beach, but in a dirty room, blown by all the winds, in the cheapest hotel on the outskirts of New York.  

Near, far, wherever you are,

I believe that the heart does go on.

Once more you open the door,

And you're here in my heart

And my heart will go on and on…

        "Ho, Rose, what's with the sour puss?! Com'on, smile, you're scaring all the visitors," shouts a plump woman with a round face — the wife of the innkeeper, in fact running everything in this establishment without resorting to the help of her husband. "Why’re you frozen?! Brin’ it on! She's so slow," she grumbles.       "I'm coming, I'm sorry, Mrs. Hill," Rose answers hastily and, picking up a tray, opens the door separating the hot kitchen from the noisy hall where the customers are sitting.       How long had the girl been working here for a pittance, which was barely enough for food and lodging? She didn't count… What's the point? After that fateful night, she couldn't help but think for a minute about the talented artist who had saved her, in every way that a person can be saved. Jack… All her thoughts were on him alone. Every time she opened that heavy door and went out into the hall, she frantically searched with her eyes for his azure ones — the girl would be able to recognize them from millions. But that's not going to happen anymore. The young man who showed her how wrong she had been living all these seventeen years… no, how she was forced to live wrongly, who revealed to her a completely different life, colossally different from hers, would never come to her in person again, and she would never be able to take his face in her hands, would not be able to cover his long fingers with burning kisses, she won't be able to cling to him tightly, because he's gone! What did he do wrong? Why did this man suffer such a punishment? Why him?!       These thoughts constantly repeated themselves in Rose's head and each time again made tears flood the blue eyes of the red-haired waitress with clear water.       "What's the matter with you, miss?" one of the sitting men asks, staring questioningly at the girl who came up to him to take the order.       "It's all right, I'm sorry. What will you order?" Rose asks more cheerfully, brushing away the moisture with a quick movement.       "The most delicious thing you have here, please. But still, miss, what's eating you?       "No, no, nothing. It’s just struck you. Let me give your order to the cook, sir," the girl says quickly and, without waiting for an answer, hurries towards the kitchen, while the stranger follows her receding petite figure with a thoughtful look.       – Well, wow, how needy! He noticed, didn’t he?… That's enough, Rose, you're at work, you can't be distracted by something else here. I’m already in so much trouble, – the girl thinks, mentally slapping herself on the cheeks…  

Love can touch us one time

And last for a lifetime

And never let go till we're gone.

        Finally, the working day is over: the floors and dishes are washed, the tables are cleaned, the last visitors for today are served by a friendly waitress with bright hair of a rich shade of copper.       Rose made the decision not to think about what had been gnawing at her soul at work, to free her head from heavy thoughts… And now she tried to follow this rule.       And only on the way to the inn and in her room could she fully immerse herself in the memories of the first and last voyage on the "unsinkable" ship of titanic dimensions — the moments spent with Jack.       Rose was sincerely grateful to Fate and God for having met such a man. They had known each other for just a few days, but even these fleeting meetings convinced the girl that the feeling called love really originated in her young heart in relation to this poor artist. She did not doubt her choice and did not regret it, being firmly convinced that she was still lucky enough to experience true love in her whole life.  

Love was when I loved you

One true time I hold to

In my life we'll always go on.

        Musty smell. Torn wallpaper. A terrible cold, which still cannot be compared to the one that froze people helplessly floundering in the icy waters of the Atlantic after a shipwreck. Loud screams and swearing from evidently drunk men on the left behind a thin wall and the prolonged crying of an awakened baby on the right. All of this is Miss Dawson's new residential address.       The conditions are terrible, to put it mildly. Especially compared to her previous ones. Although, of course, what kind of royal mansions can there be for ten cents a day. There's nothing to complain about.       But in the pocket of his coat, hidden on the farthest shelf of a dilapidated closet, rests a necklace with an insanely expensive diamond — the "Heart of the Ocean". What does "expensive" mean? The fact that if you sell it, you can get a huge pile of evergreens and live comfortably until old age. But inexpensive to the heart of Rose herself, but on the contrary, this stone is rather disgusting to her whole being. And even more disgusting was the realization that if the girl still got at least some money for him, it would turn out that every cent was "earned" by unfair labor, and Rose herself followed Cal's principles. A man who thinks that money decides everything in the world. But she did not want to return to this society with all her might, to the lives of those people who, if it does not concern these pieces of paper, do not care about absolutely everything around them: about people who are lower in the so-called status, those who cannot have luxurious houses, but huddle in tiny shacks or rooms, about sincere feelings and strong friendship, after all. This society, whose members imagine themselves to be the most important and intelligent in the world, but in fact they do not represent anything interesting. Always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter. No, she would never be like them again!       That is why Rose got the dirtiest job, the most, according to some people from her former entourage, "obscene for a girl of her origin", for which she will receive the smallest thing, but it will be money earned with her own blood, sweat and tears. May she never be able to live in her former luxury again… And she doesn't need to. From now on, only honest work, kindness, love, responsiveness and other human virtues will become companions of her life. She simply has no right to sell this diamond, because by doing so she will also betray the memory of Jack… betray him himself! And Rose will not be able to do this and will never want to do it in her life. That's the whole truth.  

Near, far, wherever you are,

I believe that the heart does go on.

Once more you open the door,

And you're here in my heart

And my heart will go on and on…

        The darkness of the night covered New York with a blanket of peace and quiet. There is no sound in the huge city. Everything around froze, lay low, as if waiting for something…       The night is always a mystery. The most enigmatic time. At night, we find ourselves in worlds unknown to us or fall into a reality that is no longer destined to come true, but which we secretly dream of. And these dreams become reality. If not in reality, then in a dream they are definitely realized. After all, the night opens up new horizons, frees all hidden human desires, fulfills our dreams…       At night we become who we have wanted to be. We meet with those whom we have always dreamed of meeting. We return to the people we love, who for various reasons can no longer be with us in reality. At night we live, breathe and feel completely different…       We experience new sensations from seemingly ordinary emotions that have been "tried" tens of millions of times for a long time. But no. At night, they all seem different to us. It's unusual, but so exciting and interesting!       Why is this happening? No one knows. They could not solve this mystery in ancient times, and it is unlikely that an answer to this question will be given in the future. After all, it is impossible to understand what is hidden from us by the fog of mystery, which has probably arisen from somewhere above. The night is always a mystery…       And now another day has come to an end. Rose sat down on the edge of the bed and began to untangle her fiery curls. Of course, with her fingers: she doesn't even have a comb.       And the memories of him flashed through the girl's mind again… She froze for a second, closed her eyes and saw a picture of a beautiful sunset in front of her. The sky is painted with yellow and orange colors, and below, right under her eet, the sapphire surface of the ocean is spread out, with sunny paths reflected in it.       "I'm flying!" Rose exclaims enthusiastically. She, like a bird, soars over the boundless ocean, rushes, arms open, towards the setting sun. "Jack, I'm flying!" she shouts joyfully, believing that he is standing there, behind her back, and is going to snuggle up to her now. Will give her a very big hug. Like never before.       "Come, Josephine, in my flying machine…" she sings softly, hoping to hear her native voice.       She turns back and sees his white face, hair strewn with sparkling ice crystals, eyes that are tightly closed.       And it is no longer a warm breeze that blows her hair, but a piercing cold shackles her whole body. There is an icy dark ocean all around for hundreds of kilometers, and on its mirrored surface frozen human bodies float with numb faces covered with frost and eerie whiteness.       "Jack! Jack!" Rose calls frantically. Her hoarse voice breaks, and cold tears cover her eyes. "Ja-ack! Boats!" she shakes his hand, but the only answer is dead silence.       Bright rays of light dazzle his eyes, and a stunned voice, shouting something, but very inaudible, reaches the holding on the edge consciousness: it is impossible to make out the words.       Having lost hope, Rose puts her head on the lock of their clasped hands. Bitter tears slowly roll down her rimy cheeks. Doesn't want to take another breath. Doesn't want to burn the lungs with cold air. Wants to leave here and sink into sweet serenity and tranquility…       And only one single memory literally pulls the girl away from the edge of this abyss: She can't help but comply with the young man's request. As it turned out, his last request.       "There's no way I'm giving up, Jack! I won’t let go. I promise," Rose wheezes with tears in her voice and slowly begins to separate her hands from his. The handcuffs on the young man's wrists clanked with a metallic clink. With blue lips, she kisses his frozen fingers and looks at his stark face for the last time, feeling a cold pain rising in her heart…       A fresh gust of wind blew into the room and struck a lonely figure with cold. A young girl in a light nightgown is sitting on an old bed in the corner. She is tilted to the edge, and her arms are stretched down as if holding something. The body shudders in bitter sobs, and a tiny salty lake forms on the wooden floor, which has holes in some places.       "I promise. I will never let go, Jack! I’ll never let go," comes a soft whisper…  

You're here, there's nothing I fear,

And I know that my heart will go on.

We'll stay forever this way.

You are safe in my heart

And my heart will go on and on.

        "Honey, open your eyes. I’ve come," a gentle whisper bursts into the clouded consciousness. Rose instantly opens her eyes, framed by eyelashes as black as night with transparent droplets resting on them.       "Jack!" she exclaims joyfully. He is sitting on the floor next to her: alive, healthy, with the same playful rays of light in his eyes.       "How was your day?" the young man asks, imperceptibly wiping a tear with his fingers.       "As usual," Rose sighs. "Mrs. Hill doesn't seem to like me. By what miracle did she even agree to take me?"       "Don't worry, you'll learn everything quickly and she'll be pleased with your work. And then you can find something else to do," Jack squeezes her hand encouragingly.       "You're right, thanks," Rose smiles. "Well, where are we going today?"       "That's my Rose!" the artist laughs. "Let's take a walk in the Tuileries Garden. It's really beautiful there! What do you think?"       "To Paris?! It would be great, but… will we make it?"       "Of course. We'll be there in a second: ya just have to wish with all your heart," Jack says confidently, standing up and holding out his hand. "Do you trust me?"       "I trust you," Rose replies with a gentle smile and wraps her fingers tightly around him. She gets out of bed and, closing her eyes, clings to the young man…         Large drops of spring rain drummed dully on the roofs. Gloomy clouds covered the entire sky and covered the moon. Menacing thunderclaps could be heard from anywhere in the dark city. In such weather, every living creature sought to hide from the raging natural elements. So one little ladybug managed to hide, even when the storm was just beginning, in the cracks between the boards that shut up the window of a small room.       After flying to a safe place, the ladybug looked around and saw an iron bed and a human on it. Its body was shaking. Ladybug at first thought it was because of the cold in the room, but then realized that the human was crying. Suddenly, he raised his head, and it turned out that it was a young girl who… seemed to start talking to the void. Quiet laughter even reached the window. Then she stretched out her hand, hugged like something… and fell back onto the sheet, only now tears were no longer rolling down her face - a happy smile played on the girl's lips.       "Nothing will separate us, not even death," the walking wind carried two voices sounding in unison to the ladybug, and then a barely audible snoring from the side of the bed. The sleeping woman's chest heaved steadily, and her closed eyelids trembled slightly.       "She must be dreaming of something very good," the ladybug thought and also closed her tiny eyes, lulled by the monotonous sound of the rain.       And in the east, a pastel daybreak began to dawn in a thin strip, painting the azure sky with delicate watercolor colors, brightening with every passing moment…