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The screams. They filled the sound of silence in the night. Nothing but stars to light up the pitch black ocean. Rose pulled the blanket further over her head to somewhat mute the horrific cries that came from the water and turned towards the other women in the lifeboat.

"We have to go back." She stated. They all looked her, yet remained quiet. "We have to go back right now. There is plenty more room."

"Don't you understand?" The steward shot up, "If we go back they'll swamp the boats. It's our lives now not theirs."

"I don't understand one of you." Rose could feel the tears burning in her eyes. Her body was in so much pain, she felt completely numb, "It's your men out there! Children, fighting for their lives!"

"If you don't shut up right now!" The steward spat at her. He came closer now staring directly into her face. "I want you to row faster!" she yelled at the other, "We have to get away here as soon as possible."

She should have stayed with him, that was all she knew. The feeling of guilt was too much to bare as the boat hit the water and he was nowhere to be seen anymore. He was out there in the mass of 1500 souls letting out their last breaths. Rose could still feel the touch of his hands in their final moment as he helped her into the lifeboat. She clung onto him until they pulled them apart.

"I am not going without you."

"Get in the boat, Rose." Jack slightly pushed her forward and looked at her. Both his look and voice were calm, like they didn't have any emotion in them.

"Yes. Get in the boat, Rose." He suddenly stood next to them. Out of fright, she moved back to Jack. He watched the two lovers, holding onto each other for dear life. He threw his coat over her body, the sight of her stockings and sheer dress disgusting him in every possible way.

"Go on, I'll get the next one." Jack turned her away from Hockley. He could feel the man's gaze burning from behind. Even now he wanted her away from him.

"No. Not without you!"

But before she knew it she was put in and watched his body disappear into the darkness as they lowered down onto the open sea. Caledon Hockley was nothing but a good liar. That realisation came to her as she looked up at them one more time. Jack was going to die. Rose suddenly moved, lunged across the women next her and was about to reach for the gunwale when two hands grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back in.

"I don't think that is a good idea." A young woman, about her age, stared at her forcefully. She put Rose down and wrapped a spare blanket around her shoulders.

"You should've let me go." Rose spat at her

"You'll thank me in the morning."

They were drifting further off. Slowly, everything became silent. The only thing they could do now was wait. Wait to die. Wait to live. The young woman came to across from her, the lightness of her eyes vibrantly glistening in the darkness.

"Is he your husband?" She asked Rose quietly.

"No."

"Fiance?"

She shook her head again. "We were nothing really, but I never told him I loved him."

"There still might be a chance for you to do so. I'd like to think my friends are in one of the other boats. America is waiting for us," she put a hand on one of Rose's knees, "My name is Meredith."

"Rose." She didn't quite listen to what the girl had to say. Trapped in her own mind, she slowly closed her eyes for a while. Her thoughts wandered off to images of her youth. She could see herself at age seven, wearing a light green nightdress, running away from someone. Was she going to die? Was her body leading her up to the end by replaying her whole life? He feet kept running through the grass, getting dirtier by the second. She was laughing and it felt as if she was floating. It was her mother who was running after her, but little Rose was too fast. She stopped at a pond and just as she was about to swim to the other side, a hand grabbed her by the arm. She was swung back to the house, placed in a room with only a big mirror. Rose shrieked as she looked at her own reflection. She was back at age seventeen. Her nightgown had turned into an ivory white wedding dress and her hair was tightly put up. Her mother creeped up behind her and whispered: "Now it is finally time."

Rose woke up from her dream as Meredith was now next to her. A green glow lighting up her face. The steward was holding up what looked like a lantern, screaming loudly. Dawn was breaking and it soon occurred that another ship had come for rescue. It did take quite some time for them to reach the vessel. Suddenly behind raised up a rope ladder she lost her balance as soon as she got on boat. Another officer kept her up. "I've got you, dear." He said and put a mug filled with hot soup into her hands. She slowly started to get a sense of touch back as she followed the other women. Looking around everyone still seemed in a state of shock and panic. Women were crying, asking everyone for a sign of their husbands or children. Meredith, who was walking ahead of her, took Rose by her hand and lead her towards a bench.

"This is for us third class folks." She said, "We have to warm up first and wait until all the boats have arrived."

Rose couldn't sit around wait. She walked back towards the crowd and watched as other survivors passed them by. Her heart was pounding in her chest. After watching a group of men pass by, followed by many more women and children there was still no sign of him. Shaking her head in disgust and disbelief as she saw Bruce Ismay heading up towards the deck she retreated herself from the situation. Heading back to where Meredith was, she had disappeared too. Now she was completely alone. She put the blanket back over her head, protecting herself from the cold wind and waited for something to happen. More than an hour later she could her someone calling her name out of the distance.

"Rose!" Meredith came running up to her, "It's him!"

"What do you mean?" She stood up.

"I saw them taking him down the cargo hold. Your man is alive, Rose!"

Before she knew it she could feel her feet start moving like a dynamo that had been released. Moving past the crowds of crying women, her heart was beating in her chest. She flew down the stairs into the space where there were beds made up for the sick and wounded. It was busy down here. Officers ran past her until she could stop someone.

"Excuse me, sir. I am looking for."

"I can't help you, miss. I am sorry." He was gone again. She slowly walked past every single bed, but almost all of them were occupied by women. Meredith must have seen it wrong, it sounded too good to be true. Just before she was about to give up, she heard a faint voice behind her. It seemed as if it was calling her name.

"Rose is that really you?"

Turning around she saw the one and only Margaret Brown walking up to her. She hugged her tightly, relieved to see the young girl safe and sound. "You made it, girl. Thank god."

"He put me into one of the last lifeboats," Rose cried, "someone said he had made it too, but I can't find him anywhere."

"Shush, dear. Follow me." Margaret took her by her hand and lead her towards a corner of the cargo hold. Behind the boxes of fresh produce there was another bed. With him. He looked lifeless. His skin had turned almost completely turned blue by the cold and there was dried up blood on the side of his face. His head was wrapped in a bandage. Rose started to tremble in both fright and relief. She put her hands over her mouth to stop herself from crying loudly. With every breath he let out Rose was afraid that it might be his last one. Molly shoved to boxes towards them so they could sit down.

"Apparently he hit his head during a fall into the water. An older man had seen it happen and because Jack had helped him into a lifeboat, the man wanted to lift him from out of the freezing ocean," Molly whispered calmly to Rose, "He has been unconscious this whole time."

It was exactly the way he was. Even during his final moments fighting for his life he was still helping others. His selflessness had inspired the young rich girl, let her look at the world a completely different way. She had always known there was more to life beyond her marble halls and diamonds around her neck, but he made it real for her. The way he put the world he was living in onto paper and spoke about the people he had met in his lifetime was as if Rose had found a treasure and was lucky enough to being ale to open it. He was her treasure. Diamonds last forever. Was that why he was still here, as sign that her love for him was like a diamond.

The two women waited for an eternity before Jack showed any form of movement. He slowly started to lift his fingers, his eyes starting to blink.

"Jack," She said desperately, "it's me Rose."

His eyes were open scanning the room to take in his surroundings. A throbbing pain in his head making him close them again.

"Where am I?" He croaked after a while and stared a the two women standing next to his bedside.

"You are on the Carpathia. You hurt your head during a fall, but you are safe now." Rose reassured him.

"Thank you, miss. For the information."

Rose took a step back at his remark and looked over at Molly who didn't know how to respond either. Mrs. Brown kneeled down so she could have a closer look at him.

"Sonny," she started, "do you know my name?"

Jack shook his head. "I am afraid not, ma'am."

"Do you know her name?" She pointed at Rose.

Again, he shook his head. "No. You might have mistaken me for someone else."

Rose quickly turned around from them, the tears now running freely down her cheeks. It felt as if things couldn't get any worse, but apparently they could. The man who she loved most in the world did not know who she was. Quickly she walked away from them, not bearing to be in their company for any longer. Molly tried to stop her, but she pushed her off. Rose ran up the stairs onto the boat deck where the cold wind hit her face. Leaning over the railing, she tried to catch her breath. Her head was resting in her hands. The look he was giving her was empty. There was no emotion in eyes. The moment she first saw him, she could feel his stare burning into her soul. Trying hard to look away from him was simply impossible. It was only when Cal grabbed her by her arm, she was put back into reality. Cal. Rose quickly realised that at least her mother, being in the same lifeboat as Molly, had to be here somewhere.

The ambience on the ship had somewhat settled. Being calmed down from the first shock all women and children were taking their places around the decks. Molly soon came up to her.

"Are you alright, dear?"

Rose shook her head. "He doesn't know me." She cried. Mrs. Brown put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"It's just the injury, dear. The blow on his head has caused him to lose his memory. He doesn't even know he was on the Titanic. It will improve in time."

Something in her made her believe like it wasn't true. It was much worse.

"I even told him I'd run away with him when the ship docked." She confessed.

"God almighty. Darling, what in the world were you thinking?"

"I meant it. I still do. He has opened my eyes to a world beyond mine and I wanted to go to that world. With him."

Molly escorted her to a chair nearby and sat her down. "You don't think your mother and Cal would have thrown the inspections at you? They would have turned this whole country upside down to find you."

Rose shrugged her shoulders. Staring numbly at the water in front of her she took a deep breath.

"How is mother?"

"Horrible."

Good. Rose thought.

"A lady was kind enough to offer her stateroom to her. She is there now." Molly continued, "You have to go to her, Rose. She thinks you are dead. It's all she can say. My daughter is dead.:

"No. She can't know I am alive. Not after everything she has done. And what about him? It wouldn't surprise me if he has made it."

"We don't know."

Rose stood back up. "If you are looking for me. I'll be down. With him." Before Molly Brown could respond she was already making her way back to the cargo hold. She walked back towards him and saw he was being surrounded by what seemed like a doctor and two nurses.

"Can you help me lift him up?" One of them asked Rose as they saw her approaching them. She agreed and took hold of his body that was still horrifically cold. Jack groaned in pain and tried to take a sip of his soup. He did not look at her. He didn't even realise she was there with him.

"Are you a relative?" The doctor asked her.

"Yes." She lied.

"And he does not remember you?"

"No."

The doctor nodded his head and wrote some thins down in his little notebook. He moved away from her to focus on the young man again. Rose could just watch as he performed some tests on him. Then he was gone, leaving the two alone. A knot formed into Rose's stomach. She did not know how to act, what to say or even how to move. All she could do was stare. After a while, Jack had finished his soup and put it down on the ground next to him. He looked up at her.

"Something serious has happened, miss. Hasn't it?"

"Yes." She tried to say as calm as possible. "May I sit down?"

"Sure."

"You really have no idea, Jack?"

He shrug his shoulders. "I was working at this ship. Docked in Canada and now I am here." He looked at her again, trying to figure out her presence, but nothing came to his mind, "How do you know my name?"

"It doesn't matter how I know your name." She could see that it was difficult for him to keep his eyes open. Jack was still in a lot of pain, but too muddled to notice. As he closed his eyes again to drift off into a deep sleep, Rose let out a deep sigh. Heading back to the stairs an officer stopped her in her tracks.

"You can follow me, miss. We have put some beds in the third class lounge where you can take your rest."

"Thank you.."

"Officer Lowe at your service, miss."

"Thank you, Mr. Lowe. For your kindness."

She followed him up through a corridor into a big hall. Mattresses were all scattered around the floor with most women and children fast asleep. On her right side there was a small group of little girls all sitting next to each other, brushing one and others hair, singing soft lullabies to remain calm. How brave they were whilst being so unsure about what was lying ahead of them. Rose walked past them, trying to find a free spot amongst the others. She could feel her dress still sticking to her body, the fabric scratching and irritating her legs. She kept walking aimlessly whilst the others were watching her. They recognised her from the party below decks just as she remembered some faces herself. One Irish woman came up to her and spoke of first class passengers being offered private rooms. Rose only shook her head. This was where she belonged too. There was no difference between these men and women an herself. The woman gave her a slight smile of sincerity before walking back to her children. After a while of strolling aimlessly around the room she found Meredith again. She was lying down curled up into a fetus position. As she slowly came closer she could hear her sobbing silently. Rose kneeled down and turned Meredith's body towards her.

"Meredith, what is the matter?"

"They are dead. All of them. I told Mary not to get that stupid pocket watch, but she didn't listen. And the others I didn't even see them." She cried.

"Come here." Rose crawled next to her and held her tightly. For the first time and quite a while she started to pray. Never had she believed in the higher power of God, but in this moment, in all hopelessness, she prayed and begged for someone to hear her. For the redemption of the suffering and pain.