The memory of that moment is different from the rest—sharper, louder, but for once, filled with relief. The submarine had jolted, alarms blaring, but instead of panic, there was hope. A light had pierced through the murky water, the sound of voices crackling over the radio. For the first time, their endless arguing had stopped—not out of fear, but because they were actually going to make it. Rose had gripped the control panel, eyes wide, while Jack had let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

Jack grins, leaning back. “I can’t believe after everything, you tried to leave me behind first.”

Rose smirks. “Jack, if I had to fight for a spot on that rescue boat, you wouldn’t have stood a chance.”



The memory fades, but the laughter remains. Looking back, it’s almost impossible to believe how it all started—trapped together, bickering nonstop, convinced they wouldn’t survive each other, let alone the submarine. And yet, through every argument, every ridiculous moment, and every near disaster, something had changed. Maybe it was the way they always managed to make each other laugh, even when everything was falling apart. Or maybe it was the simple fact that, despite all odds, they had made it out together.

Jack smirks, giving Rose a sideways glance. “So, from enemies to survivors… to this?”

Rose rolls her eyes but smiles. “Yeah. And somehow, this is the craziest part.”

They share a look—one filled with the kind of understanding only two people who have truly been through it all can have. Whatever had started in that submarine had led them here, to a life neither of them could have predicted.

And honestly? They wouldn’t change a thing.