It is time.
I start to count.
One.
Two.
Drop.
It is believed that in milliseconds before death. We rewind once again. A flash. A slapdash. Like broken stereo. Throughout our life. Lives. One last time of emotions, tears and destiny. We face our fears with memories.
His life was just fear. He lived his whole life, aching to be set free. ‘’Not today, son”. Nor any other day he panted for something else, more beautiful, to shadow the misery.
He loosened his collar bones, shoulders, arms and his fingertips. He. On the roof. As if he was mimicking the sequence when Jack held Rose for the first time.
He was Rose. Jackless.
All I knew was. Oh. This time Rose fell into the ocean.
Three
Four
Five