Jack Dawson Titanic Novels & Stories

Apparently, Jack had already accepted Danny and Emily's relationship, and the three of them get along just fine. Dawson was speechless. "But I don't think Jack knew he was going die." Dawson fell silent, recalling the accident. The driver had deliberately aimed at his seat. He was not trying to kill himself; he was trying to kill Dawson. But Dawson's driving skills were too good. At the last second, he swerved, narrowly avoiding a direct hit. That saved his life, but after the crash, the air was thick with the smell of methanol. At first, he assumed it was the smell of alcohol from Jack's drunk driving, but Lorraine suggested it might have been poisoning. That was the moment he realized the

Ivory grabs a tissue, wiping her own eyes before passing it to me. "It's just so sad, you know?" I sniffle, watching Rose pleading for Jack to wake up. He's clearly dead, his whole body turning blue and icicles forming on the strands of his hair. "What a waste of a beautiful human," Ivory mumbles, blowing into her tissue. She turns towards me — "I can't believe you've never watched the Titanic before Emily, it gets me every time." We're both laying on the couch in our pyjama's, staring up at the TV where the movie is almost coming to an end. The door creaks open, revealing Jake and Tobias watching us with an amused expression.