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Rose sniffled and sunk into the bathtub, enjoying the feeling of the water run over her body. It made her feel like her troubles were being washed right off her. She sniffed and put her hands up to her face. She missed Jack more than ever now, and she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. "Jack… I know I promised you I would never let go… but you're the only one I love… forever…" she whispered.

Nearby, Jack froze at her words. She promised me! Jack thought sadly, clenching his fists in anger and confusion. Rose promised to go on and never let go, to make it count, to get married, to have lots of babies, to watch them grow, to die an old lady warn in her bed. Jack recalled that night…

April 15, 1912

Jack couldn't feel his body. He inched forward a bit, and he felt like little needles were stabbing him repeatedly. Jack let out a shaky breath and kissed Rose's hand, trying to reassure her that he would be alright. Was he trying to convince Rose or him? Jack smiled sadly and closed his eyes. He wanted to be the one to make it count with Rose. He wanted to marry her and have children with her. He wanted to, oh so desperately, and he felt bad knowing he wouldn't be released from the icy prison of the Atlantic Ocean. It was his time to go, but not Rose's. Not this night. Jack let out another breath and felt himself slipping farther from life. The last thing he pictured was him and Rose… that was the last thing he smiled at before he died…

Jack sighed. At this moment, he didn't want Rose to see him. He was just sitting on the floor nearby, completely invisible to Rose's eye. He watched her, and soon, Rose's breathing slowed; she was asleep. Jack peered closely at her. There was a blank expression on her face, and Jack felt sad. He didn't want to see Rose like this. He loved her too much; he wanted her to see him. By your will, Rose will be able to see you… Jack reached out to touch Rose's face. His hands were shaking, and he was nervous. Once Jack's hand touched her cheek, he felt instantly at ease. It was still Rose. Her soft skin underneath his made Jack smile. He planted a soft kiss on her lips, and immediately the familiar feeling of electricity came. Jack felt dizzy, but he pulled away, and soon, Rose's eyes fluttered open.

"Jack?" she asked, looking around. There was no one else here but herself. She sighed and shook her head. Get a grip on reality already, Rose… she thought to herself. Rose got out of the tub and put on her bathrobe. It was simple unlike her usual first-class ones.

Rose came back into the stateroom, swinging the sash of her robe around. She grinned at Jack, who forced a smile back…

Rose sighed and fell onto her bed in exasperation. She rolled over to the other side of her bed and buried her face in her pillow. She missed Jack so much, Rose had the feeling she was going crazy. She looked around wearily. Her body was tired, but her mind was overworking itself. On shaky legs, Rose went over to her closet and put some clothes on. She had a simple white blouse and trousers. She then put on her black trench coat which resembled the one Jack had worn the last time Titanic saw daylight. She left her apartment and closed the door with a click. Jack looked around in panic and hurriedly followed Rose. He was still invisible to her, yet Jack was thinking of revealing himself. He only had a month. Jack followed Rose, wondering where she was going. Jack followed her around the streets. Her steps were weary and dreamy-like. Jack raised an eyebrow. What was she doing? Suddenly, Rose broke into a run. Jack heard her cry, and he immediately tore after her. Jack felt his heart pump rapidly in his chest, and he never realized how fast of a runner Rose was. Jack's hair whipped around his face, as the wind picked up. "Shit!" he cried as he realized Rose was running to the nearby river. The ice was just beginning to thaw out, and Jack knew the water would be just like the North Atlantic Ocean. Like knives stabbing all over her body. Realization hit him hard in the face. Rose was ending her life. Suddenly, Jack wanted her to see him and hear him; he needed her to. "Rose!" he screamed loudly, his voice ringing out vociferously.

Rose seemed to freeze. She didn't turn around. She just stood there, looking straight ahead. The wind blew her red curls around, and Jack could see her shaking due to the light of the moon. He looked up, surprised to see it beginning to rain. Finally, Rose spoke up, but not to Jack. "Quit it, Rose! You're just imagining things!" she scolded herself. Jack sighed. Rose really thought she was dreaming or going crazy at least. Indeed, she had a pounding headache, and her head was indeed fuzzy.

"Rose!" Jack called again more desperately.

"Stop it!" Rose cried out. She whipped around angrily, fire in her eyes. Jack looked at her, almost terrified. "You're not real!" Rose said. She turned back around, running to the edge of the river. Jack sighed, and then, he realized he bumped into someone.

"I'm so sorry!" Jack replied, trying to apologize. The person acted as if he wasn't even there. Jack froze in realization. "Shit!" he said, knowing that in his frightened state, he had become invisible. Jack willed himself to reappear; for Rose to see him. Jack looked to see Rose at the edge of the river.

He silently approached her, trying not to scare her. She was in his grasp. He could easily pull her back if he wanted to. All he had to do was reach his hand out to her. "Why is it worth living if I cannot be with you, Jack?" Rose's whisper was so quiet, but Jack caught it. She was staring up at the stars, her voice hoarse. "If I jump, I could be with you, Jack. All it takes is that jump…" she whispered to the night sky. Jack breathed out silently. His heart was pumping like mad. This was it. The moment of truth.