Rose's POV
'Who is there?' I ask. Slowly I hear that the door is opening. 'Good afternoon, Rose.' I turn my head and I see Mr. Andrews standing in my room. 'Mr. Andrews!, I stand up and run towards him. He gives me a hug, you survived!.' This is the only good thing that has happend since the sinking. Mr. Andrews survived, the only one who listend to me when I was sad. 'So how are you?' 'He asks. 'I'm so glad to see you mr. Andrews.' He doesn't response. 'Where is he now?' He asks with a hopeful voice. I start crying. 'It is okay, I'm here. Shall we sit down?' I nod. As we sit down, I start crying even harder. 'H- he- he is dead. We laid there on s-some wood, but the bo- boat c-came to late. I miss him Mr. Andrews, I miss him so much! And I don't want to Marry Cal, I hate him!' 'I know that Rose, and I wish I could do something for you.' 'It is okay, I say, nobody can do a thing. I-I just have to accept that it is over.' 'You know that you can always come to me when you want to talk, young Rose?' 'I know that Mr. Andrews, thank you. But where are you going when the ship docks?' He gives a little smile. 'With you, I'll help prepare things for the wedding. I'm just around whenever you need me.' I hug him. 'Stay strong young Rose and move one. I think that is also what Jack wants.' I nod. That is exactly what he wants. I wipe my tears away. I'm gonna make him proud, I'm gonna ride horses on the beach like he told me. I sigh. 'You are right, I say, that is exactly what he wants.' He smiles. 'The ship will dock tomorrow so make sure you are rested beacause we are going to Philadelphia immediately as we get of the ship. 'I promise.' I say. I'm feeling a bit more postive right now. Jack was also possitive about everything he even moved on when his parents died. And if he would see me all depressed, he would probably be mad at me. But the next morning, all my positivity was gone. I didn't sleep good and my head hurts very badly. 'Good morning miss.' as I walk into the living area, I see Anne cleaning the table for breakfast. 'Good morning Anne, well you seem very happy today.' She giggles. 'A bit. I also work at the ships infirmary, I nod and I sit down on the sofa, there is a boy who lost his family so I want to take him around the deck today, just to let him think about other things.' 'That is so sweet of you Anne.' She laughs. 'Thank you miss, if you want you can join us. I bet you'll him too. He is really sweet and also good-looking .' She winks at me. I laugh my pain away. Now everyone is bad-looking for me except Jack. Did he ever know I loved him more than the whole world. I have never known how much your life can change in such a short period of time. 'Oh Anne, don't count on me. I am not...really in the mood. It sounds that you like that man, so have a good time.' 'Okay miss, but if you change your mind you can come.' I nod and I take place on the table. I can't eat a thing, and if I would my body would beg me to spit it out. 'Please Rose, mother begs me, please just eat something, only if it is just an apple.'I shake my head. 'Sorry mother, excuse me.' I stand up and I walk to the hallway.
Jack's POV
'Goodmorning Jack.' Anne says. 'Good morning.' 'How do you feel?' 'A bit better, I say, My troat still hurts and Im still a bit dizzy.' 'Then I have a good medicine for you.' I see her taking some thing. 'What is that?' I ask. 'A wheelchair, she smiles bright, being inside the whole time doesn't make you feel any better I guess, so what do you think of getting some fresh air? I have a really thick coat for you so you don't have to worry that you are gonna be cold. 'Good idea.' I nod. Laying in bed all day kills me. And maybe it is a good Idea to not think about Rose for a second. 'Here let me help you.' She takes my arm and pulls me in the wheelchair. 'Don't forget the coat.' She says. The coat is really warm, just like a shield. Okay Jack, are you ready?' 'lets go!'
Anne is really nice. She told me about how she grew up, how her parents died and how she moved on. 'Well Jack, what about your life, I really don't know anything about you, except for your name.' 'I come from a small town called, Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin. I grew up there. Untill I got the age of fifteen. My parents died by a car accident, and I had no close family living nearby, so I just packed my bags and I haven't turn back since. I worked place to place as an artist to just earn some money for my next stop. When I was in Italy I met my bestfriend... Fabrizio. We have traveld together trough Europe on our way to Southhampton not knowing I should return back to America. I won my my tickets for Titanic with some poker, 5 minutes before she set sail.' 'Well Jack, what a live do you have. Seriously, I have never met someone with such a past like yours,. And where is your friend now?' I actually haven't really thought about Fabrizio untill now. I have only thought about Rose. 'I don't know, but he might be dead.' 'I don't really get it anymore Jack, you siad that you lost someone, but now you don't even know?' I sigh. 'I met her onboard of Titanic but she dies okay? now happy to know that?' I have to fight for my tears. 'Sorry Jack, I didn't know it is so hard for you to talk about her, I bet she was very special to you, wasn't she?' I nod. 'More than anything in the world, she was beautiful in every single way, an awkward silence interrupts our conversation, can you bring me back please? I'm feeling a bit tired.' 'Alright Jack.'
Rose's POV
I'm walking around the deck for about fifteen minutes, making my mind clear of all my sad thoughts. But it doesn't really help. Jack spins around my mind every second. 'Why have you changed me so much? How could you make me feel so in love with you?' I whisper hoping to get an answer, that would never come. When I look to my right, I see a sign. 'Carpathia's Infirmary.' Now you have only one chance, only one. Now you can find out if it isn't a mistake. Maybe he is alive! How? I don't know, but I just can't accept the fact that he is gone. I take a deep breath. Take this chance Rose. I take another deep breath and I walk inside. Plenty of people are laying in bed with loved ones beside of them, praying for one more chance. I can smell the fresh alcohol and medicines. It is horrible. I can feel al the pain and fear that they might have. Where are they going if the ship docks? Are they going to make it? I see a mother, holding the hand of her daughter who is fighting for her life. I wish I could replace that girl. 'Can I help you with something miss?' A doctor is standing in front of me. Please, please tell me that there is a man named Jack Dawson. Please tell me that he is here, that he is alive and that I can hold him in my arms as long as I want to. But instead of asking I shake my head. 'No thank you doctor, I can do it on my own.' 'Of course ma'am.' I just couldn't ask him. I'm too scared that he would say that he is really dead. I can better finf out myself. I look everywhere but there is no Jack. There are only 4 empty beds but I know for sure that neither of them is Jack's bed. Slowly I start to accept that it is really over. I can't hold my emotions and I start crying. All our memories come into my head all at once. I'm sobbing and my heart is falling into a million small peaces. I turn around and leave the infirmary.
