AN: Thank you for your nice comments so far. I'm glad that you like it. So this chapter is a little bit shorter. But the next one will be longer.
Her father would've really been thrilled if had known about her love for art. Cal however, only mentioned something about the waste of money. Josephine had looked sad, but she knew, that her father's word was law.
Jack thought about Josephine, but more about Rose. Oh how he missed her. Jack had been alone when he met her – well except for Fabrizio – and he was alone again, when he had lost her. The whole thing sounded so silly so childish, falling in love with someone you've known for merely three days and not being able to forget him for the rest of your live, yes that was childish. He remembered that one night with her in the car. Jack surely wasn't living like a monk, there had been other woman afterwards, but nothing serious, no one had compared to Rose. Now knowing Josephine a little better Jack wondered how a child of him and Rose…but he quickly dismissed this thought. Rose was gone forever.
Jack had of course searched for, but her name hadn't been on the survivor's list and he himself couldn't stand up, until after they had already reached New York. So even if she wasn't dead, there was no way to find her now.
He had been taken to a hospital afterwards and given some money for the first time to be able to find a place to stay, until he could work again. At first Jack hadn't wanted to take them, after all there had been people more in need then he. But then he thought better of it. He found work at the port and was glad that he was still capable of providing for himself. Later on he had drifted to California, but it hadn't seemed the same anymore. Not know after he had told Rose about everything. He would've wanted her to share it with him. Without her everything seemed useless.
He had moved back to New York and found an apartment, well more a little flat, but it was enough for him. And as far as he was concerned it was enough for the women he sometimes brought there too, only his Rose would've needed something better. Sometimes he thought that he should've given it more try, and really searched for her. But then again wouldn't she have connected him, if she had wanted to see him again? After all his name was on the survivor's list. His new friends, more workmates, thought him grim and asked him why he was still unmarried, as all girls seemed to be thrilled about him. The spirit that had been his from childhood on, that had even survived his parents death and everything else he had been through before, had somehow died with her.
But now with meeting this girl, he didn't know why, but it seemed to be getting back. He wondered however how this nice little girl could have such an evil father. He hadn't thought much about Cal, in fact not at all, until Josephine had mentioned his name yesterday. She didn't look at all like her father. She must've inherited her features from her mother, whoever she was. Jack was just happy, that it obviously wasn't Rose.
Jack loved the time he spent with Josephine maybe if he would've been a little bit younger or she a little bit older, then maybe she could've been a replacement for Rose. At least she reminded him of her and he was thrilled that she loved art and drawing just as much as he did.
