A/N: Wow… Thanks to you all! Virtual cookie [::] You are all amazing! I noticed a majority of you want Michael to be with Rose, and some of you want Jack… Hm…. I don't know what's going on… XD
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The next morning, Michael was up early. He had made some coffee that morning, and he was reading the newspaper. He was thinking about Rose Dawson. She was very beautiful, but it confused him about how his boss would know Rose. She seemed so delicate and fragile, but Michael saw something else about her.
She was strong-willed and often hated it when people thought of her as delicate and like a flower. Michael liked that people could be different inside and outside. He was a photographer, and he took pictures at the Santa Monica Pier, and he really had time to take a look at a person.
Meanwhile, Rose was lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She was thinking over what happened. Does Jack miss me? She thought. Rose was busy in thought, and she sighed heavily. What was she going to do? Rose then placed her hands on her stomach and smiled.
She and Jack had created this baby. She missed Jack, but she wasn't ready to forgive him yet… Rose turned on her side to see her daughter sleeping peacefully. There was a trace of a smile on her face… "Be young, my darling," Rose said and kissed her daughter's hair. She was only seven, and she had a burden on her shoulder. Rose sighed again. She got out of bed, and went to go see where Michael was…
Michael's face broke into a smile as he saw Rose coming to him. "Hello, Michael," Rose said with a smile on her face. Michael nodded.
"Good morning, Rose," He said. Next to him, was a camera. Rose shot a glance at him and her eyes went back to the camera.
"You're a photographer?" She asked. Michael nodded.
"Kind of," He said.
"What do you mean, 'kind of?'" Rose asked him. Michael smiled sheepishly.
"I'm not professional, but I do take pictures for fun." Rose nodded.
"Have you ever sold them?" Michael shook his head. "If you do, a dime would be a good price," Rose smiled. Michael nodded.
"Thank you," He said. Rose liked Michael. There was this air of mysteriousness that circled around him, and he was quite the gentleman. He had these intriguing eyes, and a disarming smile. He was the opposite of Jack, but they were the same in many ways. Rose was interested about photography, and she remembered she had told Jack that she had always wanted to be a moving picture actress…
For the next few days, Rose and Michael got to know each other better, and Rose was intrigued by Michael's stories. He wasn't Jack, but he was his own person, and Rose could finally stop comparing him to Jack.