[Titanic] Surprise in the bubble

Flipping through Jack's paintings page by page, although he didn't find himself with him, like Rose in the movie, he still had a lot of feelings about telling the stories behind these paintings.

Another idea came to mind, which might make Jack angry, but he didn't take it seriously-if at that time, he could still be full of vitality in the face of death, then he must still feel extremely happy!

I found the heavy pen from Sean's box, thank God, it was filled with ink, and I could write down some words I wanted to leave him without any hesitation.

He commented on some of his paintings, such as the beautiful woman, Jack highlighted the hand of the woman, I remember in the movie, he explained to Rose, this is a woman with a disabled leg, Jack thinks The most beautiful part of her is her hands, that's why she painted like this.

But he smiled, and then wrote under it—[I really hope to see those legs, which are more beautiful than hands...]

Believe what he understands, the only things that can make beautiful things more perfect are those ugly things that are deliberately ignored.

But if you can't face those ugly things, the beauty you see is not beauty in the true sense.

Jack is a person who likes to escape from reality, so because of this, if he dies, he will probably make himself miserable because of this characteristic, because he doesn't like to face the scars in his heart.

But in fact, if he can find out and work hard to correct it...then Jack must be much more beautiful than he is now.

Thinking drunkenly, I have already fantasized about the future, a man with a healthy body and a smile on his face.There might be something else that would make him happier, but really, it's more about whether Jack is happy these days than whether he belongs.

After all, there was nothing left for him.

Ugh......

Sighing, he shook off the sad thought that was always lingering in his head again, and then flipped through a piece of the portrait he drew—although it was only half painted, it didn't even have eyes, only a face shape, hair , and the appearance of the clothes, but I still sincerely wrote below—[I really hope that I can always keep this in my heart, and remember that it brings happiness and joy, not a Sean Pastor].

The reason for writing this way is indeed somewhat selfish.Hopefully after leaving, Jack can discover the truth.Although it was unbelievable, as long as it caught Jack's attention, even a slight suspicion would give him an excuse to resent and give him a little comfort.

Especially I hope he knows that although he left here, he is still alive and misses him.

——No matter how much you hate him, this young man will not wish to die, he knows it clearly.

There is still a little reason left, that is, I still want him to know that no matter where I am, I love him, and take him as a lifetime engraving, firmly engraved in my heart, and I will never forget a single bit of it in my life.

So on a blank page at the back of the sketchbook, I drew a 'shoddy' doorknob (compared to Jack's exquisite drawing), which was very large, anyway, compared to a simple small house (a triangular triangle) drawn later. and a simple small house composed of a rectangle) is larger, and here, left him with some language.

I sincerely hope that this will help him to be strong, help him survive, and help him continue to find the next happiness.

Because of him, my life has found some meaning, and because of Jack, I feel the magic of love.

This love is indeed intoxicating, but it makes me feel the sense of responsibility that has been lost for a long time.Especially, when seeing Jack, thinking of Rose, thinking of those nobles and others here, they will keep in mind more, the respect they have for others.

Lots of it here - good.They can't help but express respect in life and affairs.The same goes for Jack, he respects privacy, deception, and even lies, and he feels enough freedom in character.

Rose also, she respected our love.

Karl, and the nobles who don't know a few words, although they often hate them, they have to admit that they have never fallen in love with a poor boy, and refused to have dinner with them, and socialize with them.

Those conceived, flawed, imitated things did not happen-I don’t believe they didn’t notice the clumsy movement when holding the fork.

But they didn't ask anything, didn't even cast weird, uncomfortable looks.They respected the existence of this and any weirdness.That makes gratitude.

I thought, although all of this only happened within three days, at least it was enough to make some better choices in my future life than before.

But in fact, for Jack, for such a person, he has helped a lot in every way, and let the death he admired and did not want at all become a shadow of his life, even if it is an exchange, it is extremely unfair to Jack.

It is true that I will keep Jack firmly in my heart for the rest of my life, and I do love him, but when I go back, it is conceivable that Jack and everything we have experienced have very little impact on my life.

What I felt was the enrichment of the soul, because the living Jack lived in my heart and died in front of him, so I probably only felt a little lost, but not in pain.

Because in the future life, everything here will leave no traces, just like a beautiful dream, although it is yearning and nostalgic, it can never be filled into real life.

Just like now, I have to go back, because that is where this life belongs. ——The life that must be finished.

But Jack is different....For Jack, all this is real, especially, the death he will face.

If one day, he really discovers the truth of these things in an incredible way—even one day after his death, he will be even more saddened by all the deceptions to him.

I don't deserve Jack's wholehearted love, I don't deserve everything he has, so I've been trying to keep this happiest moment for him, but it's just a good memory, not a continuation.

Let the future Jack be just nostalgic, not in love.

For such a love, I thought, this is indeed the last thing I can do, and the most important good thing.

So I thought about it, and finally wrote——If you are dead, if you are still alive, please go and see this wonderful world...

The rough sketch paper of the pen was rustling, and smooth lines were drawn under the control of the fingers.

Seeing them dexterously forming English letters one by one, it is like a spring of thinking, leaving all, all, all encouragement and support in this sketchbook.

The water from the blue-black pen on the paper is not easy to dry. It is because of this that the end of some letters is accidentally rubbed by the little finger under the pad, leaving a blue trace that gradually fades. Like the tail of a shooting star, with a fleeting beauty and misty feeling.

But this 'tail' did not disappear after all, but stayed here, just like the love between the lines, seeping into this page and my heart.

For a moment, I even thought that 'I' had been infiltrated into this paper, with slight fear and bits and pieces of happiness.

Only in the end, when the end reads 'Love,. 'When, 'Crack! 'The teardrops falling on the page suddenly dizzy all the mood, the emotion is like a raging tide, at dusk, let the mind completely submerged.

The pen fell to the floor with a 'slap' and made a loud sound.Spreading the sketchbook on his lap, he finally couldn't help it, covered his face and eyes, and cried bitterly.

I don't know how long it took, when the sunlight from outside the window changed an angle and gradually shone on his arms, he raised his head and looked at the vaguely blurred eyes with tears. sun.

Suddenly, I found that I had calmed down.

The mood is like after the tide, there are only a little extra ripples on the sea surface, which are getting smaller and smaller, and gradually calm down.

In the end, there is no vibration or sound, no sadness and pain, no joy and sorrow.

Packed up the things at hand, this dazed silence made me realize a lot.

Come here, more than just to find courage?More, it is to find the self that has been in a daze and is almost lost.

But now, when I think that I am about to break through the despair of death, and the sadness of leaving, and linger in the joy of love, I seem to be able to feel it again, calling myself.

My heart encourages you to persevere, go back, make your life complete, and do those things that you have always wanted to do...

It wasn't until I completely insisted on this decision that I felt the inner recognition of the outside world—peace.

I put the sketchbook and pens into the box, then closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and continued to sit on the soft bed, listening to the movement of the second hand and the sound of the waves outside the window.

One after another, they sang and chorused like breathing, lingering in the ears one by one, but let their hearts be sincerely released, feeling the joy of being so close to the tranquility that has never been so close.

——I'm leaving, I'm going back...the world I'm familiar with, my home, my life...

—Although, no Jack.

At 15:10, everything was finished.

At 15:15, during these 5 minutes, I stared blankly at Jack's cheek, stroked it, and felt the last happiness.

Already able, standing in front of Jack, but still being able to think without hesitation about welcoming this death that has gradually become unbearable to fear, this is the most anticipated thing.

What I am looking forward to is what this death will bring, the momentary, still vague comprehension!For life, and life!

That may be the final blow to the mind, and it is an unimaginable feeling, because it is not imminent, and I don't know what other changes will happen.

But I can feel that I will find myself again!

There is only a trace of apprehension, that is, I hope that Jack can survive, and I hope that more people on the ship can survive.

But for the former point, I have made efforts, and for the latter point, I don’t know how to do it is the most appropriate, so I decided to obey the will of God, if he really gave the mission to change these fates, then that moment will inevitably come At this time, some actions are forced.

——I am not a Christian, but when I am confused, I hope to see what kind of arrangement God has given, and I believe it is the best.

At 15:20, I began to wrap thick clothes on Jack, and stuffed the medicine and the pieces of chocolate in each pocketed clothes.

The Atlantic Ocean at night was very cold. In his eyes, he looked like a monster with its mouth open, baring its cruel fangs, eagerly waiting to devour more lives.

Needless to say, Jack was so thin, even if he was healthy, he might have been frozen to death in that lifeboat.

So all that can be done is to help Jack ship more clothes.In time, he didn't catch up with the lifeboat. With this box and these thick clothes, if he lives in first class, he will definitely have a life jacket and even a floating board tied to his belly after a while. As long as he lies on the water, he will have More chances of survival than others.

Of course, the premise is that he doesn't get sick, causing him to hold his breath.