5 years later

April 15th, 1917

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It was a hot day in Santa Monica as Rose Dawson was walking on the beach. It was really warm for the beginning of the year. Rose Dawson came here every single year on April 15th. She would just walk around the beach and look at the calm water. It was now calm water, but 5 years ago it had been wild. Very wild. She and Jack had been fighting for their lives that night. How she missed him. There wasn't a day she didn't think of him. Jack had been her first real love and he had saved her, in every way a person could be saved.

The first year after the Titanic sinking she had decided to go to Santa Monica. To do there all the things she and Jack had talked about aboard the ship. On April 15th, 1913, she had ride a horse like a real man. She could remember the day as if it had been yesterday. It had been so beautiful and peaceful. Like Jack had been with her on that day the whole time.

Of course Rose had had some flirts with other men, but they had just been some distraction. When she came back to her senses, she would tell them to go away. She knew Jack had told her to go on, but she just couldn't do that. Not so soon. It had been 5 years and the only man she could think about was Jack. Even if someday, there would be someone else, she would know for sure that he couldn't come close to Jack. Jack had been the most wonderful person she had ever met in her entire life. He had been so content with his life. It was so unfair that he was gone.

Rose made her way to a big rock. She sat on it and looked up at the sky. She wondered where Jack would be right now. In heaven, of course, but where exactly would he be? Would he be watching over her? Or would he wait for her somewhere in heaven? She wanted so badly for him to take her in his arms again, but she knew that was impossible and that she had to wait. She had to wait untill the time was there to be with each other again.

It was already getting late and Rose decided that she would head home. She stood up and walked to her house.

...

Sally Parker, soon to be Sally Dawson, saw a woman sitting on a rock. She looked to be deep in thoughts, when she suddenly stood up and walked away. Sally noticed that she forgot her purse, so she decided to grab it and go over to the woman.

She walked over to the purse and picked it up. She ran towards the woman and patted her on her shoulder. ''Hello, Miss. I saw this laying on the rock you were sitting at. I think that you must have forgotten it.''

The woman turned around and looked at the purse. ''Oh...well...thank you for bringing it back to me.''

Sally smiled. ''Not a problem.'' She thought of something to say. ''Why were you sitting over there?'' Sally pointed to the rock.

The woman looked a bit startled first, but soon replaced that look with a smile. ''I was just thinking about some things. Some things that happened to me the past few years.''

''Good things?'' Sally asked, but as soon as she had asked it she felt ashamed. ''Sorry, you don't have to answer that if you won't. You don't even know me.'' Sally blushed.

''It's okay. I'll tell you, but I think it would be good if I would introduce myself first.'' The woman smiled. ''I'm Rose, Rose Dawson.''

Sally was a bit surprised. The woman said her name was Rose Dawson. Hadn't Jack talked about a Rose when he had survived the sinking? Was it weird that her name was also Dawson? Maybe it was just coincidence. Dawson was obviously a very common name. She decided she wouldn't tell her that her name was going to be Dawson, too. Sally smiled back at her. ''I'm Sally Parker.'' She told Rose.

''Shall we go sit on that bench over there?'' Rose asked Sally.

Sally nodded.

Once they sat on the bench Rose talked about why she was sitting on that rock. They spent the evening there together with getting to know each other better. They promised they would see each other next week on the same bench again, after they had split up.

...

Jack was alone in the house. He was making dinner for Sally. His fiancé. He had asked her to marry him a couple of months ago. He didn't actually know why he had asked Sally to marry him, because he knew he still loved Rose more than anything. He had done everything he could to find her on the Carpathia, but he hadn't found her.

Jack and Sally had stayed in contact after he had gone out of the hospital. After that they grew very close and fell in love? Yes, he loved Sally. But in a different way than he loved Rose. Rose had been his first real love and he would never forget her. He couldn't ever forget her. It has been 5 years since he had last seen Rose and there didn't go a day by that he didn't think of her. Her beautiful red hair, her eyes, her smile. Everything about her was perfect in his mind.

He heard Sally coming in the living room. ''Jack, honey, I'm home.'' She shouted.

Jack made his way out of the kitchen and walked up to Sally. ''How was it at the beach?'' He took her in his arms.

''It was really good. I met someone there. A girl named Rose Dawson. Do you know her Jack? Since both of your last names are Dawson.''

Rose Dawson...It couldn't be. No, it couldn't be that she was his Rose. There could be no way that she was alive. He had searched for her everywhere on the ship. Besides her last name had been Dewitt Bukater, of course it could be that she had changed her name to Dawson, but he highly doubted that.

''Jack...do you know her?''

Jack snapped out of his daydream. ''No...no, I don't know her. Never heard of her before.''

Sally smiled at gave him a kiss on his cheek. ''Okay, shall we go eat, then?''

Jack nodded. Walking to the kitchen. His mind still in thoughts about this Rose Dawson. Who was she?