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Atlantic ocean, 14th April 1912, night.
The titanic is about to sink.
Aboard, at least two thousands of antsy and confused passengers.
Two hours. That's the time they had to live, and that's the end of this funereal countdown.
That's the end of everything.
Jack and Rose, on the top of the vertical ship, are looking t the stars.
-Rose?
-Yeah, Jack?
-Ready to take a leap of faith?
-What?
-Gimme your hand.
He gingerly takes her frail hand, like we could try to touch a bird before it takes flight.
But THAT bird does not move.
So Jack says:
-Now close your eyes.
She carries out.
-You feel the wind? asks the blond boy.
-Yes, she whispers.
-This will be the the same wind when we touch the sea. Remember that, when we're lower.
-I... I will.
She looks at him, and a tear sinks along her smooth cheek.
Passionately, like this instant won't last, she kisses him.
And crying too, he jumps, holding her hand and feeling her lips still on his own.
There's a moment, just before you touch the iced sea, when you are just between sky and sea, when you are between stars and sea, and you know the temperature of the water could kill you.
That instant seems to last forever, but suddenly that's the end, your skin hits the waves and you just have to survive, for want of live.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
To make each moment count
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