Jack and Rose.

My traditional way of introducting the characters of this plot could be way unconventional than the way they met.

They made a connection even after being unknown to each other.

They met for a reason. A reason which was to connect them and bring them to share a relation but destiny had different tunes to make them dance on.

They were to stay together for the rest of their lives but had to part ways and the reason being unknown to both of them.

Part ways. Did they? Really?

Or did the connection which was to be connecting them in a different way which wasn’t really all that common or could be more peculiar of sorts but was a special one. To both of them? Yes. It was. It is.

Future isn’t that bright or blur, it is just the uncertainly differentiated. May be it is the certainess that couldn’t gel or the strangeness that stole the bond away which made all things change.

A change. A small one.

A decision. A big one.

Jack and Rose. They are my little ones.

The hero and the heroine of my story. A story that isn’t known to all but just two of them. What happened to them, no one really knows. All we could do is keep the guessing game on and just bouncing and bluffing ourselves of how could their story have ended or where they are now.

The minuteness, the tiny miss. Unmistakably so true and so real. I call this Jack and this Rose, the Glucose, the energy, the soul of sustainment.

Jack and Rose met. Met as strangers, but never felt to be so. They seem to knew about each other already. There was in perfection that controlled them. They didn’t have to ask each other anything because they thought they knew.

They knew what they were to. Not only was this strange connect they had, also that their stories was similar to relate to. They seemed to have shared the same bond over their decision making apprehensions. They both thought alike. After all, there was really something that connected them.

They choices were same. But, the choices that connected them didn’t really comply with each other.

They said to each other few lines that doesn’t reveal the end of them in the end neither the beginning of their diffused choices that took over them.

Jack said to Rose:

I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of what I saw, I’m scared of what I did, of who I am and most of all I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you.

Rose couldn’t really establish herself to answer to this. It made her numb.

Both knew what it meant, what it stands to be alone and what it wonders to be a wanderer.

A peaceful bliss awaits them. An iceberg or that crash. A pointless ode to an unknown possibility, there bringing my Jack and my Rose together, a part of the whole which is never complete but is filled with the voids that couldn’t be replaced.


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