[Titanic] Surprise in the bubble

On April 4th, only the minute hand can prove my anxious heart.

"You've already sighed three times in an hour, Sean." Jack asked strangely, "What's on your mind?"

I glanced at Jack, and then replied in the same way: "Nothing."

It is now 11:10 noon, and the sound of doors opening and closing can be faintly heard outside, and people are already preparing to gather in the restaurant for lunch.

Jack and I had always preferred to eat alone in our rooms, so neither of us mentioned it.

But in fact, I would rather be in the bustling restaurant outside now, listening to their high-spirited talk that disgusted me before, and the regular and complicated sound of leather shoes walking around, at least, This will give me some distraction.

It's not like now, there is only one person I love, who loves me ignorantly, trusts me, and cherishes the time with me, but doesn't know that I betrayed him from the very beginning.

Thinking of this, I sighed deeply again, put my hands in my hair involuntarily, leaned on the sofa very tiredly, looked at the unturned chandelier above my head, and was in a daze.

I felt my heart beating continuously in my throat, and my scalp was throbbing and hurting.

"It's the fourth time, Sean." Jack pulled my hand off with his cold hand, and looked at me helplessly, "You always do this, which makes me feel that I am no longer attractive to you." I Closing his eyes, he shook his head slightly, expressing his disapproval, but Jack still said, "I'd think you wanted to break up with me and want to get rid of me, Sean?"

"..." I was unexpectedly silent. In fact, at a certain moment, I really hoped that it would be like this, and I would just break up with him.

At least he will face what happens next with hatred for me.

But really, I'm still saying 'no'.Because I really don't want to make Jack feel happy at this last moment.

Because I am not sure that I can save him, because of his body, maybe even if I save him, Jack will not live long.

At least... Let this time be the happiest time in his life, unconsciously, it has become a goal I must achieve, and the motivation for me to work hard.

——Even I don’t know what decision I made and how to work hard.

"Jack, I don't know what's going on in my heart right now. There's always a kind of complicated emotion." I hesitated, told him hesitantly, and tightened his hand tightly, "I'm thinking, what's the matter?" , can make you happier."

Jack's hand held by me was visibly stiff, and then he held it back tightly.I turned my head and looked at this young man with blond hair who lowered his head slightly, two lovely blushes appeared on his pale cheeks, and chuckled, "No matter what, I want to prove that the happiness I can give you , more happiness than Rose can give you! I don't want you to hate me in the future, or... regret ever being with me."

This is the truth, I looked at Jack so intently, and firmly engraved every muscle on his face in my mind.I have never loved someone so much. This incident happened during the journey, and we all temporarily forgot our identities and scruples. We just love each other because of liking, and the love in the soul is like this, which makes me very nostalgic!

I think I will never love someone like this again in my life, because the probability of this opportunity happening is one in ten million.

I did suspect that this was just an illusion given to me by my subconscious mind in my dreams, but this illusion was indeed too real, so real that even I myself began to find reasons to deny that this was just an absurd dream!

But in fact, I really don't know why I appear here, why did I encounter such a thing?

I used to be an ordinary person, and I have always been. I have never done any great good, nor have I done any great evil. I can't even find the meaning of life because of my ordinary work, so that I can't be happy either side or side.

But in society, there are as many people like this as ants. I, who have never won a lottery prize of five yuan, have no reason to let such a thing happen to me.

I don't believe it's a coincidence, I believe it happened for a reason and I just don't know it.

I once thought about it myself, and deeply recalled all the things that happened on this ship, everyone I met, and even some sentiments that occurred because of the gradually calmed down state of mind since I fell in love with Jack.

But none of them made me aware of the abnormality. I feel that everything I do is out of my heart, reckless and dissolute, and those choices I made just because they make me happy are wrong and good, and it is impossible to come with me. The reason here is above.

It is indeed 90% possible that my subconscious created a real experience for me in my brain, beyond a simple dream.Because everything that happened here was a bit cruel, but after thinking about it carefully, it was the most suitable arrangement for me.

It’s just the subconscious, and no one has ever really connected with it. I tried to communicate with it, but it’s illusory, and it only exists in the understanding. It really makes people feel...not so reliable.

So until now, April 4th, it's 14:11 and 20 minutes later, and I still haven't come up with any definitive answers.

I just sat there quietly, leaning on the back of the sofa naturally, with my legs folded together, my hands clasped on my knees, quietly watching Jack holding a pen in his sketchbook' Swish Swish' the painting.

A strand of blond hair hangs over his eyebrows because of his lowered and raised head from time to time, curly and curly swinging back and forth, which always makes me want to reach out and push him away.

Then I did this, but Jack clapped his hands away in displeasure, and was criticized, "Don't move around like this! I'm drawing you!"

"I know, but is it really okay for you to draw my portrait casually without my consent?" Even though I said so, I sat back and stayed obediently, posing in the same posture as before .

"I don't think you'll mind, dear Sean." Jack said affirmatively, "I even think you'll be happy about it. Not everyone will get my free portrait."

Proud of this, he stopped his brush, looked at me, and raised his head slightly, complacent.

This made me couldn't help but burst out laughing. I laughed comfortably for a while, only for a short while, about three "hahaha" confiding, but it made me feel a lot easier in an instant.

What I don't understand is still unclear, and what hasn't happened is about to happen, but at least for now, I haven't done anything for Jack, but Jack still makes me happy, makes me happy, and forgets all the heavy shackles.

I leaned on the sofa, still in that posture, but couldn't help but stare at him deeply.

After a while, I noticed that Jack was blushing, his breathing was a little short, his eyes were flickering and avoiding my gaze, and in the end, he even moved his body uncomfortably.

I could see my own deep and affectionate gaze in his clean green eyes.I didn't even know that I would show such a demeanor.

Immediately, I laughed.

I think Jack must have also felt my love for him, and such a strong love must have made him feel happy!

Otherwise, he wouldn't be reluctant to put down the drawing board as he is now, the boss reluctantly moved his butt, and sat next to me again.

He lifted his head slightly, looked straight into my eyes so I could see the love in his green eyes more clearly, and,

"Are you still painting—um..."

I was still in that posture, obedient and motionless, but was pulled into a hug wrapped by his own arms by Jack, and was deeply kissed.

When his lips pressed mine, for the first time, I felt such a kind of happiness that permeated my heart like a sweet spring.

I suspect that this must be Jack's mood, because this mood is really not like my always reckless and strong style, but like his, always so tepid, but just right that people can't leave.

Perhaps the cells in our two bodies emitted the same magnetic field at a certain time, which made our moods synchronized.

Let my heart overflow like a hot spring, but let Jack's body temperature burn like a fire!

He gradually controlled the kiss on my lips, and I had to give up the obedient posture with my arms wide, and turned back to hug him, accepting his kiss obediently.

"Sean, I love you more and more, I want, I want you."

I couldn't help but burst out laughing at these words, looked at him narrowly and said, "It's a pity, this idea may be a little far away for you, Jack."

I pointedly looked at the little brother below him, the cute little guy I called 'Yiji Lang'.

——Soon, there was another not-so-big bruise on my waist...

After that, I cuddled with Jack for a while, had lunch with him, and put him to sleep.

It's not appropriate to say coaxing, or I should say, I used some excuses to get Fred to send me sleeping pills in advance, and I used the excuse to press them into powder when I went to the outhouse to make tea, and then melted them into red wine, hello Jack drank it.

Yes, I persuaded him to drink some red wine, which is a sleep aid in itself, and adding sleeping pills, of course, made Jack fall asleep very quickly, and fell asleep soundly.

And at this time, I finally started my plan.

And in this short period of time before the start of the plan, I still willingly left him to Jack-this is probably the penultimate opportunity for me to look at him carefully, so I cherish it very much.

My betrayal of him is finally about to begin...