The memories:

Rose sat in her wheel chair, closing her eyes, thinking, deep thoughts. Oh how long it had been since she thought about Jack, but that is exactly what she had wanted, not think about it. To not bring back all of the pain and hurt she had felt when she had got away, and left him there, all alone, to die. The old lady put her hands over her face, feeling the tears burning in her eyes and the anger in her throat. How could I be so selfish, how could I even think about leaving him. I was the one who deserved to die, not him, no, not him. Rose sighed as she moved swiftly across her floor, when she suddenly came to a stop and stared into space. She could feel the tears starting to come, starting to burn, starting to pour, starting to run. No, I have no right to do this she thought, wiping the hot tears off her cold, wrinkly face. No, not this time, its not my turn, its not my time. It was my fault, and I can never take that feeling away. "You want to know why Rose?" she started mumbling to herself , " because it was you, it was you who did this" Rose closed her eyes. There was complete silence, the only thing she heard was the sound of her deep breaths, her deep, sad, angry breaths. What could she do now but just sit there, breathing. It is all I deserve, she thought to herself, it is all I deserve.