Rose stepped out of the tub and grabbed the towel that hung over the bidet.

It was made out of rough fabric that rubbed his way through her flesh.

A wave of exhaustion flew over her and Rose decided that she'd better take some extra sleep.

The warm sheets felt good on her cold skin.

She prayed for a gentle wind, to bring back Jack, even it was for only a few hours, one night.

She never thought she could miss someone as much as she missed Jack.

Neither did she ever suspect that she could love anyone the way she loved Jack.

She needed his arms around her now, to feel his touch, to take in his scent.

She tried to be strong but deep down inside everything was slowly falling apart.

She thought back to the beautiful moments they had shared together: the afternoon on the deck, the way he had spoken about his life had made her ache for freedom.

The smile he had given her on the bow seemed to still radiate in her eyes.

To feel the touch of his lips on hers had made her tremble and the thought of it still did.

The way they had made love, with so much passion and love, more than she ever thought possible.

She could still taste his lips, sweet and a bit sour.

How could she live without that?

What was the use?

She needed him more than ever, why did fate have to tear them apart?

Something that felt so right and true...

Suddenly her mind turned to John.

What she felt for him was a deep friendship but no love.

She wondered if she could ever love again.

But then she knew that time would eventually heal the wound a bit, but never enough to forget about the pain.

She couldn't give herself to John yet, maybe later.

The hurt was still too strong.

At that she closed her eyes but she couldn't find rest.

A beautiful melody kept playing in her mind; it was even that melody that had woken her up.

It didn't seem to let go of her.

And there was something about that tune that captured Rose's heart.

As if a choir of white angels was singing it especially for her.

She knew the only way she could preserve the music was by putting it together with words.

She stood up and grabbed a pen as she sat down at the little writing table.

The words came to her in a flow and Rose had problems writing them all down in between her tears that came stronger with every letter she wrote.

The water of her tears mingled with the ink and formed pools of dark.

Something happened inside of her as she wrote the words.

A great piece of grief seemed to transport from her heart onto the little sheet of paper.

Her wrist ached and her fingers felt numb but she had put down every word that had rushed through her mind.

She looked at it and couldn't believe she had just written that.

It symbolized exactly what she felt and she needed to hear.

In a shaky handwriting she could read:

Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you

That is how I know you go on

Far across the distance and spaces between us

You have come to show you go on

Near, far, wherever you are

I believe that the heart does go on

Once more you open the door

And you're here in my heart

And my heart will go on and on

Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime

And never let go till we're gone

Love was when I loved you, one true time I hold to

In my life we'll always go on

Near, far, wherever you are

I believe that the heart does go on

Once more you open the door

And you're here in my heart

And my heart will go on and on

You're here, there's nothing I fear

And I know that my heart will go on

We'll stay forever this way.

You are safe in my heart

And my heart will go on and on

Music by James Horner Lyrics by Will Jennings