Part two:

As Jack led Rose up through gates which entered first class, he couldn't help but feel the difference between them. Her heels clacked on the wooden deck as he closed the gate behind her and she shivered, she grasped her arms and began rubbing away the goose-bumps.

''Here.'' He quickly removed his jacket and placed it over her shoulders.

''Thank you.'' She smiled, pulling the garment further across herself.

The air was cool and biting compared to the pleasant sun of that afternoon.

''So, how was the party?'' Jack smiled, knowing just how much fun she had indeed couldn't help but watch her as they walked.

''I have never danced so much!''

''Neither have I.'' He moved the hair from his face, he was still sweaty.

''I didn't know you could dance, Mr. Dawson.''

''Hey, never underestimate us farm boys.''

Rose had never felt so alive in her life. Everything around her seemed to be beautiful. She could feel Jack's gaze on her every few seconds and had turned to smile at him. She knew that, he too, felt the tension between them.

''You know, you are quite the dancer.''

''I learnt here and there. Picked up the clogs in Ireland.''

They walked past the row of lifeboats. It was silent except for the sound of their feet upon the wooden deck and the woosh of the water as the ship cut through leaving a wake of white foam. The stars above were so clear tonight, as clear as the night before when Jack had pulled her from the stern of the ship.

The deck was wet and just in front of them stood a steward, mopping the deck of any dirt from that day.

Rose turned to Jack. In his dinner suit, she had to admit he was dashing. She thought of something as a distraction and so she began to sing.

''Come Josephine, in my flying machine and its up she goes.''

Jack recognised the song and he immediately joined in. ''In the air she goes! Where? There she goes! Up, up a little bit higher. Oh my! The mood is on fire.''

They fumbled the words, causing a breakout of laughter. Jack was about to start the next verse when he noticed Rose had stopped walking. They had reached the First-Class Entrance. It loomed just ahead and as quickly as it had come, Rose's hyperactive mood disappeared. A small smile fell on her face as she knew she would have to return, that the happiness of tonight would only last for just a few more short seconds. Jack sensed her dread. Rose turned to Jack and slid his jacket from her shoulders and handed it back to him.

''Here we are.''

Jack nodded. ''Right.''

''I don't want to go back.'' She confessed, smiling a little. She thought of a reason, any reason she could think of to prolong her return to reality. Turning her attention to the beautiful starlit sky she instantly became lost at the sight. ''Look, it's so beautiful. So vast and endless.''

Jack came beside her and gazed at the sky himself.

''My crowd. They think they're giants they're not even dust in God's eye.''

''You know there's been a mistake. You got mailed to the wrong address.'' Jack smirked and Rose broke into laughter.

''I did didn't I?''

A shooting star swept across the sky. ''Look a shooting star.'' Rose exclaimed, pointing.

''Wow, that was a long one.'' He examined the sky, to see if he could see it any further but it had vanished. ''You know what pops used to tell me? That every time you saw one it was a soul going to heaven.''

''I like that. Are we supposed to wish on it?'' Rose turned her head to face Jack, not knowing just how close they had become since spotting the shooting star.

''What would you wish for?'' Jack gazed down into Rose's eyes. He could feel the tiny contact between them. Rose gazed back and took a look at his face and his lips. She wondered for a split second what it would be like to kiss him. The entire situation was dangerous and just as much as she wanted to stay, she knew that she must return to her own world. She awakened herself from the dream which she appeared to have fell into.

''Something I can't have.''

The air turned slightly awkward and Rose felt the discomfort. Her reply had sent waves down Jack's stomach. Her heart was now open. She began to take quick steps to the first-class entrance in an attempt to walk away from the new situation which she had found herself into.

''Goodnight, Jack.''

Within seconds she had disappeared, gone back to her world leaving Jack alone once again. It had taken him a second or two to even catch wind of her answer.

''Shit.'' He cursed himself for been so stupid and letting her go.

''Rose!''

He called after her with an erratic heart but she never returned, he thought of following her but he was at loss of what to say. All he knew, was she was a beautiful woman he wished to become well acquainted with. Her passion for her dreams was outstanding. He could imagine her being a woman who would love a man with all of her heart and soul.

Jack bowed his head and took small hesitant steps back to his berth knowing only darkness and loneliness awaited him.

Inside the B Deck hallway, the long corridor lay out before her - the way back to her cabin. When she had heard him call her name, her heart soared in that moment. He called again and she felt her hands shake beyond her own control.

Her engagement ring sparkled; it seemed to scream that she belonged to Cal. It was not a token of love, just of possession. Just as the Heart of the Ocean was.

She glanced at her hands as she laughed hysterically, her voice echoing in the long corridor. She fell against the wall. Tonight she felt alive, just as a girl her age should. Her insides ached to run back to him, to naively make some sort of mistake. He had called her name, she knew something inevitable would happen if she had returned to the deck. The curiosity was killing her.

Then she remembered just how powerful his stare had been. Her legs had almost buckled beneath her and no doubt he would have caught her. He had asked what she had wished for – but he already knew. The chemistry between them had caused her entire body to tingle as they had danced; his fingers against her bare skin had awoken feelings which she had never experienced before. It was as though he had touched every nerve in her body setting it alight wholly. It had been as though there were the only two people in the room. She had felt the sinking of her stomach as they knew that as the large clock had struck midnight, they would have to leave the party. Cinderella had gone home and the magic would stop and so would this night also.

She had tried to prolong it for as long as possible but the way he had looked at her in that last moment was when she had felt the intensity of everything. She had allowed herself to take a few seconds to see what happened. She had wanted him to kiss her. For his soft lips to melt against hers and cause her aching for him to disappear. Those few seconds of not knowing, of feeling the build up inside of her and the rush of adrenaline killed her. She had said goodnight and walked away, she was too weak to linger a moment more, too afraid of what to do if he had leant forward to kiss her. The last moment had been a long, lingering hopeful one. But then what would happen?

She kicked herself mentally as she rolled her head against the wall. She placed her hands flat against it, feeling how cool it was. Her chest rose and fell, her heart beating so quickly she was dizzy. She thought over the night, each small moment and second which had led to her falling apart right here and now in the corridor. She felt as though she was going insane. Is this what love should do to you?

She felt just how dry her mouth was and realised she had not sipped water since lunch. The liquor from the evening causing her to feel dehydrated. It had made her feel more alive, just as she had this afternoon as they had strolled on deck and spoke of his world. She needed to live in his world, just one more day. She longed to live so carefree, so wildly and so utterly away from her world. To take on a new identity and to explore every inch of the world.

She felt as though another physical being had pulled her back out onto the deck, to scream Jack's name and to tell him all of her dreams, her fears and for him to kiss her as they would head to a new life in America. It told her to take a chance, as this chance would never come again. She had to take a risk; one which she knew should be taken for when she was old, laid in bed and her life flashed before her eyes. She would smile at this very moment.

The other voice restrained her and dragged her back to her cabin. Was this the voice of reason? Her own conscious telling her to not be stupid? To shut up, sit down and to go home. To forget the evening of rebellion and call it a phase of silly naivety which should be laid to rest. She had a family, a Mother who heavily relied on her, a fiancé who doted on her and five hundred members of Philadelphia society preparing to attend her wedding in just a month's time.

The tightening around her neck seemed to grow tighter and tighter like a noose. Why had she felt attached to Jack? Was he her way out? Was that the only reason? For there was something about him which made her feel calm, at ease and yet so utterly nervous. He had saved her life. He had made her see the good in what she had believed to be a hapless situation. Perhaps there was hope and would be in the marriage of her and Cal. One day, she may love her fiancé and have Jack to thank for that. For saving her life and making her believe that life would always have good in it, you just need to take some time away to see that.

Did she need to stand back and look at her life from another stance? She closed her eyes. Her breathing slowed down. Calm overcame her. Only time would tell. She had been stood her for some time now and surely Jack would be back to him own bunk. She wished she had known what had been going through his mind. Why he had called for her?

She would never find out. The moment had passed. She would do nothing except wait. Perhaps she would see him again, perhaps she wouldn't.

There was hope.

She collected herself and began a slow and hesitant walk back to her stateroom. She was quiet so that her heels didn't clack against the floor. She could still smell the fresh paint; it seemed to waken her and her eyes stung. She didn't know if it was the fumes or the fact that she knew she had wasted such a perfect opportunity to change her life or at least attempt to.

Perhaps she would have looked a fool but at least she would have tried. Now, she would have to live with herself, knowing she didn't act on impulse even when she was riveted with fear.

When she was old she would remember the naivety within, the innocence in the air and how she had judged Jack Dawson so much on the first single glance. She thought he would be trouble but perhaps that was her.

She lingered outside her stateroom for a second or two. She glanced down the corridor where she had walked and how minutes before she had been falling apart.

She took a deep breath as her hand rested on the door knob. Taking one last deep breath, she pulled out a few pins and freed her hair. She instinctively broke into a run back through the entrance and back down the deck, the same one which she and Jack had walked on just a little while before.

''Jack!''

She called out a few times but a reply failed to return. She picked up her pace and found the third-class entrance as the adrenaline ran through her body.

''Jack?''

Her heels clacked loudly on the floor, the bottom of her dress stuffed into her hands so that she didn't trip as she ran. She didn't even care that the deck was wet, her mind was lost with him. She had to find him.

''Jack?''

There, just outside the third-class entrance, she found the shadow of a man, slowly strolling with his head down.

''Jack!'' She called, as she continued to run.

The figure halted and turned. Rose's face broke into a smile as she realised it was him.

She continued to him but slowed down as his face was now clear.

''Rose?''

He smiled, confused to why she had followed him but glad that she had. Her face fell serious, realising she would now not know what to do or say. Nervously, she wrung her hands in front of her.

''Jack…I…heard you call.''

Rose gazed at his lips and shuddered from the cold. Jack placed his jacket around her shoulders just as he had done earlier. He noticed that her face was flush, her hair was free and wild just as it had been the evening before. As his knuckles grazed her flushed cheek, he felt something he had never felt before.

''Yes.''

He gazed into her eyes once more before leaning forward and grazing her lips with his just once.

He awaited a bad reaction but instead she simply smiled a sweet smile.

''I needed to know what you wanted, Rose. What do you want that you can't have?''

His stare was intense and even though she knew the answer, she couldn't quite say it.

''I ignored your calls at first, out of fear.'' She bowed her head.

''What did you fear?'' He whispered against her forehead, before kissing it just once. This gave her the encouragement to open herself to him.

''I don't know. Maybe I feared this to happen.''

''And now it has happened?''

''I fear nothing, Jack.''

Taking her hands in his, he gently kissed her face and her cheek before kissing her lips. Their heartbeats quickened and everything else seemed to dissolve away. This was their moment.

''What did you want but you couldn't have?''

''You.''