[Titanic] Surprise in the bubble

What saved me was a sudden knock on the door.I almost jumped off the bed, ran to open the door enthusiastically without looking back!

But I didn't expect that the two people behind the door were like a whole basin of cold water, splashing all over my body and face!

The woman I am most guilty of, at this moment, she is standing in front of me——Rose.

"Hi." Rose forced a smile, with tears in her eyes and a sad face.I saw Carl behind him pursing his lips and putting his arms around Rose's shoulders. I exchanged glances with him, and then I probably understood.

In fact, I should have thought of it long ago. I carried Jack on this ship, from the third class to the first class, and along the way I often met people who whispered to the two of us. Why didn’t Rose know about it?

"Hi," I also smiled awkwardly, then turned sideways to get out of the way, "Come in and talk."

Rose nodded quickly, then walked in with her head down, but Carl stayed outside the door, followed Rose's figure sitting on the sofa in the room, and said to me rather absent-mindedly: " If you can continue to help me solve this trouble," he lazily shifted his gaze, and then reluctantly landed on me after 2 seconds, "I owe you a favor, Mr. Pastor."

"I also hope that I can handle it smoothly, but in fact, I am not sure at all." I did not hide my embarrassment and innocence, sighed deeply, and said to him: "Hockley, I am Seriously, this matter cannot be described with the word 'solve'."

"...Really." Hockley said slowly, looked at me indifferently for a while, and then chuckled softly, "I won't go in, I'll just wait here. ... wait for a result."

May God bless him to wait until a satisfactory result.I closed the door, and Rose was sitting on the sofa in a daze, with her arms resting on her legs, and she was slightly bent. This posture made her look very depressed, and her long maroon hair blocked one side. Her cheeks, the only thing that can be revealed, are the trembling eyelashes, which made me feel sad.

I remembered the grinning Jesus in the dream just now. ——Probably, he laughed for granted.

Because I did such a wrong thing, and I will watch a group of people die, but I still stay where I am timidly, using those...absurd reasons to stop myself from trying.

In fact, I understand that at times like this, even if I'm called crazy, I should still try, but I don't.

I don't know why, but I don't want to change this established fact. There is something in my heart that prevents me from doing this, as if if I do this, it will really turn me into a courageous person!

Although this is indeed what I have been looking for, so far, I am hesitating-although I have been so cowardly, I am safe.

If I have the courage, everything will develop in an unknown direction.I don't know what kind of person I will become at that time, and what kind of perception will I have?But definitely not the current, comfortable me.

If I let it develop, there is only one ending for me—that is to die with everyone.

But if not, I don't think I have the guts to commit suicide...but I have no intention of staying here.The reason is simple, as I said, this identity, this era, except for Jack, does not belong to me...

No, maybe, not even Jack is mine.

I thought about his body, and then, sighed deeply.

forget it......

After going through a lot of entanglement in my heart, I looked at this beautiful woman again.

She seemed to be suffering from the same intensity of thinking as I was, sitting there quietly, thinking.

For a moment, I really wanted to sincerely confess to this woman, just like in the confessional of a church, to face the mistakes and guilt in my heart.

——But it is really unrealistic, and it is impossible for people to do it.

So I just restrained my emotions as much as possible, then poured her a cup of scented tea, and asked carefully: "Need...to meet him?"

Rose immediately knew who I was referring to as 'he', she raised her head abruptly, brushed her hair together a few times habitually, and fiddled with her posture anxiously, "Jack is here too?" She was helpless. How to ask.

"Well, I let him live with me." I replied calmly, and then asked again, "So, do you want to see him?"

The air suddenly fell into silence, and Rose sat still depressed, but this time she fell into a sad daze.I stood there and waited, because I understand the complicated emotions in this girl's heart now.

To be honest, I am very surprised that she can still have such a quiet performance now.

It is now April 4th, at 14:10 in the morning, the second hand is still advancing in a 'click click', driving the minute hand to follow him, and making the hour hand follow along.

I folded my arms and looked away from the dial, not wanting to face what happened hours later, in fact, avoiding even thinking about it.

So, this quietness made me more and more anxious.

"Forget it, it's not necessary..." In the end, Rose said with a sigh, but it made me feel an exaggerated gratitude in my heart.

"What's the point of seeing him? Actually, I just want to ask if you're just playing with him, because I've seen you guys kissing on the bow of the boat—even if your bodyguards don't let anyone It’s close, but I don’t know how many people have seen that kind of place.”

Rose lowered her eyes sadly, tears still glistened in her eye sockets, reflecting the light in my room a lot, at least within my field of vision, "However, when I sit here, Just now, I have been calling myself stupid, I am a fool!... What is the meaning of this kind of thing to a silly woman who has been dumped by him now?"

She slightly turned her head away, sniffed her nose, looked very pitiful, and a little cute, tears from one eye suddenly fell, and fell on her beautiful dress with a 'swish', and disappeared in a short while It turned into a small water mark, and was gradually dried by her body temperature.

I watched Rose lower her head in a disguise, then stood up quickly, gathered her skirt, and was about to go out the door again.

I didn't stop, because I didn't know why I did, but Rose was still forced to stop walking towards the door, because Jack suddenly showed his face, his face was full of guilt, and he only stood at the door of the inner room, far away. Looking at Rose from afar, she said softly, "I'm sorry, Rose."

Then I saw that the girl collapsed almost instantly.

She stopped in her tracks, her thick long hair curled down her cheeks, but I could still see the tears on that face.The tear-stained tears wet the surrounding hair almost at the same time, sticking to the cheeks in embarrassment, making the flickering water more and more clear.

Rose covered her mouth and tried her best to suppress her sobs, but there was still a lot of sound coming out of her fingers and reaching Jack's and me's ears.It made my heart ache, and the pain made me take a deep breath, otherwise I would suffocate to death in an instant.

Jack was no better than me. He walked up to Rose step by step, brushed away her long hair sticking to her face, and then hugged her gently.

Jack is tall in front of Rose. Although he is still slender and looks vulnerable, he still tries his best to hold Rose in his arms. This posture is strangely similar to the way he hugged me and comforted me before. .

But in fact, at this moment, I can't let my heart have any dissatisfaction.

Seeing this scene, I just want to kneel in front of them...deep repentance.

If I had known it would be like this, I would rather keep you together, so that even if death comes, at least for the first moment, you will still be happy, both of you will be happy-forever.

I am the redundant person in this world who had no intersection with you...