A/N: My first and only attempt at this fandom, because I couldn't resist. Hope I did well enough... Please tell me what you thought about it. :)


With a sharp gasp, Rose woke up from another startling nightmare, bathing in her own sweat. Despite this, she felt incredibly cold, like she was made out of ice. Her heart was beating three times harder and louder than it usually did. It was a small wonder that her husband didn't wake up. Then again, he never did, so maybe she shouldn't be surprised at all. In fact, he had probably no idea that those nightmares were still plaguing her and she had no intention of telling him. What difference would it make, other than that he would be even more worried than he already was.

Carefully, so as not to wake him up, the redhead slowly got out of her comfortable bed and walked over to the balcony to watch the dark streets. The nights were always calm and quiet, but not inside her mind. No, it never was after that night that had changed her whole life. Thoughts, flashes of memories, emotions, they all surfaced in an unclear tangle of nightmares and fears.

Those empty grey eyes were always the last thing she saw, before waking up, away from the biting cold and back into her warm bed, next to a man who was alive and had not a single clue that her heart was still beating for the other man, the dead one. The one with the hauntingly empty, grey eyes... The one that was gone forever.

When she closed her eyes, though, she was right there, back on that piece of wood that had kept her alive, surrounded by icy cold, ink black water as far as the eye could see. Back into the never-ending nightmare that hadn't been quite as bad before they had hit that iceberg. After that, the unbearable chill was everywhere, even inside her. Time was frozen forever, as she could only stare at those purple-ish lips of his (she never called him by his name, not even in her thoughts, because that might break everything).

When Rose opened her eyes, she could only feel pain, like her heart had been torn in half and pierced with poisonous arrows. Funny how one second could change the lives of more than two thousand people; fifteen hundred of them died and the spare five hundred were left alive to deal with it until it was their time to leave this planet.

Sometimes the woman wasn't so sure whether she wanted to belong to the group of survivors or not. At least when you're dead, your mind won't be able to torment you anymore...