I am so sorry guys for the late update, but I was really busy with exams... I am on my summer break now so there will be many more updates! I hope you will enjoy this new chapter xoxo

Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin, 1912

The two old friends marched their way towards Florence's childhood home. She hadn't left the place ever since she was little. Still living there with her parents, she took care of almost everything. It was a hard time for the young girl to balance her own life and the care she had of her folks. Having a sick father, the family's income was now also her responsibility.

She opened the gate of the house and led Jack towards the front door. He stopped for a moment and looked around to see if no one was watching them. Living here he knew that every small occurrence could become the talk of the town. Florence could only smile at his presence.

"We have a guesthouse in the backyard," she said as if she could read his mind, "And my parents will be home tomorrow."

Jack simply nodded and followed her inside, then headed straight outside again. The barn, that used to be filled with clutter and junk, had now turned into a beautiful room. The atmosphere was cozy and in the corner was a bed with a vanity and even a bath.

"I hope this light will do for you." She told him.

Confused, Jack raised an eyebrow and dropped his bag onto the bed. "I am sorry?"

"Remember when you were younger and drawing you would always find every room too dark. 'Artists need good lighting' you would say."

A chuckle escaped both their lips. He looked at her for a moment before wishing her a goodnight and sitting down himself. He only then realised that his body was exhausted from his journey. He had travelled for hours without stopping, roamed the streets of his youth and endlessly talked to Florence. He laid his back down and let himself drift off to sleep in the softness of the bed.

Light peaked through the bedroom window, followed by the sound of a knock on wood. Jack's eyes shot open and he lifted himself up. Confused by his surroundings at first, it quickly came to his mind where he was. Still half asleep, he opened the door and was greeted by a cheerful Florence. She handed him a cup of coffee and watched as he took a sip of it. The beverage woke him up immediately, the warmth running through his body.

"We're having breakfast and I was wondering if you'd like to join us."

"Us."

"My parents would really like to see you, Jack."

And they couldn't be more excited. Following Florence inside their house he was warmheartedly greeted by Mr and Mrs Hughes.

"Jack Dawson, how good it is to see you." Mrs. Hughes said and pulled him close against her. The last time she saw him he was still a young boy. Now as she looked him in the eyes, she could barely recognise him. She sat him down beside her daughter and his gaze turned towards the man of the house. Mr Hughes looked worse than he had imagined, there was no life left in his eyes, no spark. It was only a matter of time. He gave Jack a sympathetic smile and poured him another cup of coffee.

"We couldn't believe it when Florence told us you came back." Said Mrs. Hughes.

"It was more of an impulsive decision really." He leaned back in his chair and put the loose strand of hair behind his ears.

"How long are you planning on staying here?" Florence asked. She turned her chair towards him and observed his every move. She could sense he wasn't feeling completely comfortable with the situation. The last time Jack was here, he watched his parents perish in an inferno.

Slowly but surely he became more at ease with the situation. They did ask more questions than he'd like, but it was nice to speak to familiar faces. Two years after the disaster, a young family had decided to purchase the piece of land and built their future home. It did cause a lot of outrage for the town as the place still felt like a graveyard. Only, it was time to move on. They had turned it into something beautiful and lived a happy and fulfilling life.

"I'd like to go there," Jack suddenly said, "Only if it is possible of course."

The next day, Florence installed the carriage and drove her and her friend to the farm. The tension was to be cut with a knife. Having walked passed it, Jack would have never actually though to step foot onto the soil of his youth. The place he had always wanted to forget, for it brought him too much pain. It was a young family with the mother and father both no older than thirty something. They had five children, three girls and twin boys who were well known by the whole of Chippewa Falls and participated in every activity that was being held. Everyone adored the Mayfields.

Jack looked over at Florence as they drove onto the property. He took a deep breath and hesitated for a short while before jumping out. The front door opened and a woman walked out, cleaning her hands onto her apron. She smiled at Florence, kissed her cheek and welcomed them inside.

"Thank you for having us, Rose." Florence said and followed her into the kitchen. Jack stopped his tracks for a minute, a lump forming in his throat. For a moment, it felt as if he was unable to move. Memories cluttering his every thought. The whole place looked different, yet still the same as the last time he was here.

"Please sit down you two. I have made you some apple pie." She smiled at Jack and luckily he was able to smile back. Rose Mayfield was nervous, her hands trembling as she poured the two a cup of tea and cut them a piece of the pastry.

"It's good to see this place being so alive, ma'am." Jack told her. In an instant it calmed her down. She couldn't deny that the past of the house often haunted her. She wanted nothing but to bring peace and harmony, but often felt like she was intruding something. Rose Mayfield sat down in front of Jack and looked him up and down for a moment. He was the spitting image of his mother, whom she had seen on photographs.

"We love it here even the children can't imagine living anywhere else." She admitted.

"I can imagine." Responded Jack. Florence suddenly place her hand gently onto his shoulder. He was trembling slightly and she wanted to calm him down. He had lost his spontaneity over the years. It wasn't only the accident with his parents, but also many another events the had occurred throughout his departure who had shaped him into the man he was now. She knew it for sure. She softly whispered that it would be okay and listened to the stories Rose was telling them. After a while, they stood up and headed into the garden, where a special surprise was waiting for Jack Dawson.

Dear Molly,

I am sorry that I didn't let you know how I have been. To be fair, much has happened since I left your place and I only now have the time to properly write it down. I am in my hometown Chippewa Falls where I lived until I headed out into the big world. I am sitting by the lake, with the sun burning onto my skin and despite the horrible things that have happened here, I feel rather calm and at ease with myself. I am staying with an old friend's family and catching up with so many people. It feels really nice. The other day I visited my old home. A young family (The Mayfields) has renovated the whole place, build their own house and let it be alive again after the disaster. As I followed Mrs. Mayfield, into the backyard, she led me to a small stone somewhere in the back. It was surrounded by flowers and as soon as I stood in front of it I started crying. The had made a memorial for my parents.

I don't know how long I have cried for, but I soon came to the realisation that everything is alright. I have accepted that I won't remember a part of my past anymore, but it is alright. There still are some many memories I do remember and I have found them again. Molly, I am so grateful after everything you have done for me and I'll forever be in you depth. You have a special place in my heart. I hope to hear from you soon and to eventually meet up again.

Take care.

Lots of love, Jack.

"Is it an interesting letter?"

Molly looked up and quickly put the piece of paper back in her purse. She had read his words over and over again, wanting to feel at ease with the decision he had made. Was he truly happy? Perhaps, she would never know. Molly quickly stood up and kissed Rose on the cheek who then sat down in front of her.

"It looks like you have aged five years since the last time I saw you."

Rose laughed at the remark of her friend, ordered them both a drink and lit up a cigarette. She had convinced Cal to buy her a complete new wardrobe. Of course her agreed and let her spend as much as she'd like. Everything had to be different from what she used to like. The old Rose was dead. Focussing on her future life, she had to fit into this new world.

"I've lost most of my dresses onboard." She quickly said and chugged the alcoholic beverage that was in front of her.

"How are you really doing, Rose?" Molly knew she was putting on a whole show. It saddened her, but Rose was old enough to take charge of her own life. Despair was written all over her face, fear glistening in her eyes.

"I am fine, Molly. Really."

"Alright, if you say so."

"I just had to adjust to everything, but now everything is going wonderful. Have you seen me in the newspaper by the way? They say I'm going to be the bride of the season." And so she continued about her wealth and fortunate position, the success of her engagement party and the love she felt for her fiance. The alcohol calmed her nervous, let her speak with no end in sight. Suddenly, Molly stood up from her chair, looked the young girl up and down and shook her head in disbelief.

"Please call me when you are sober, Rose. Then we'll meet up again."

She watched Brown leave the restaurant and leaned back in her chair. She was alone again, as usual. Meredith had often found the young girl intoxicated lying on the edge of her bed, or even the floor. She would let out a sigh of sadness for her friend, collect the bottles and sneak them out of the house before anyone could see it. Then she'd run Rose a bath and sit beside her, afraid that something else might happen to her.

Meredith had been Rose's anchor. Even now, when the feeling of loneliness crept through her body, she wanted her friend to hold her in her arms. Like a big sister or mother, giving the love she had never gotten. She drank the last bit of liquor that was left in her glass and stood up from her chair. Quickly holding on to the table, her head was tilting. And not in a good way.

April 14th 1912.

Grabbing her by her waist, Jack gently pulled her down into the boiler room. Before Rose could catch her breath, adrenaline rushing through her body, a stoker caught them and yelled how they shouldn't be here. Rose grabbed Jack by his hand and started running. The heat, making droplets of sweat roll down her neck. Her dress flowing behind her, representing the feeling of freedom she was finally able to feel after years. She could hear Jack's laugh clearly through the harsh sounds of steam and men shouting at one another. This was the life she was meant to live.

Turning around the corner, she was pulled back by him. They were alone. Jack put his hand on her cheek and before she could realise what was happening, the soft touch of his lips were on hers. It was a kiss like never before, passionate as well as tender. She never wanted it to stop. Rose's head was tilting, in the most perfect way ever.

How Rose had arrived back home was a complete blur to her. After leaving the restaurant she tried to look for Molly, wanting to apologise, but she was nowhere to be found. She just started walking aimlessly through the streets of Philadelphia and before she knew it she walked into her house. Voices came from outside of the backyard, where her mother was having tea with friends. Ruth knew she had come back and called her name from outside to join them. The booze had made Rose sick to her stomach, but she couldn't ignore her mother's wishes.

"Why don't you come and sit down, dear." Ruth tapped the chair beside her. As Rose took her place, her mother's eyes widened at the sight of her daughter.

"Where the hell have you been, Rose?" She gritted through her teeth, "Have you been drinking?"

"Maybe one glass, mother." She giggled slightly.

"If you embarrass me in any way today, I'll put you on the next best train to Pittsburgh and you can forget that little maid of yours."

Rose swallowed the lump in her throat, a sense of anger moving through her body. She knew her mother was speaking the truth, she was capable of anything to get herself in a save position. The position of wealth and luxury she had always known and was not planning on letting go. Turning her head to the other side of the table she could see her father's sister looking at her. She gave her a smile of empathy and wanted to move closer to her niece, yet other people held her back. Mindless conversations covered the span of hours until finally they were alone again. Her aunt was the last one to leave and she took Rose by her hand, pulling her closer. She put the young girl's red curls behind her ear and looked at her for a minute before she was able to speak.

"Please take care of yourself, Rose. And whenever you can't, know I am always there for you."

"I hate it that you live so far away." Rose sighed.

When her father was still alive, Rose had always been close with his sister. But right before his passing the siblings got into a huge fight and she moved all the way across the country. Mr. DeWitt Bukater had never treated her nicely and she had always stuck up with it. Watching her aunt walk out the door, Rose quickly moved up the stairs. She could hear her mother calling behind her, but she did not listen. She had to be alone.

Chippewa Falls ,Wisconsin, 1912

In a world where two people are connected to each other but have to live like strangers one can cope with it much better than the other. Jack had started to feel at ease with himself as well as the place that had haunted him for years. His parents were no more, but continued to live on through stories and memories of everyone in the village. He had started to reconnect with his childhood friends, picking up where they had left off without any form of awkwardness.

After hearing the news of Jack's return, Florence brother decided to head back home for a while together with his fiancee. Smiling at his long lost friend, John embraced him tightly. He moved to Chicago two years ago and found himself a job in publishing. It was at his boss' dinner party where she walked in. Louise, his daughter. After convincing first her and then her father, risking everything he had ever worked for, he was finally able to ask for her hand.

The wedding was set for next year as Louise wanted to finish her studies first. She was an ambitious young woman like her father and knew exactly what she wanted in life.

"I was even scared to look at her at first." John laughed as they sat around the dinner table, "What would a city girl want to know of a farm boy like me?"

"You have reinvented yourself wonderfully, dear." Louise put her hands gently onto his and turned her attention towards Jack, "What about you Mr. Dawson? You have always lived here?"

"I grew up here, yes," he responded, "but I went away for a while after my folks died and I only just came back."

"And are you planning on leaving again soon?"

"Not soon. I think I want to stay here for a while. It feels good to be back."

Florence could feel her heart skip a beat, hearing those words come from his mouth. Never in a million years would she have expected for her dear friend to return to her. She had prayed many times and eventually given up. But those prayers weren't for nothing. Finally, she could see that God had planned this for her and that she only needed a bit a patience.

"You can stay here for as long as you'd like." Mrs Hughes reassured him.

"Yes." said Florence, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "It feels good to have you back, Jack."

Philadelphia 1912

Humming to the sound of music coming from downstairs, Meredith was folding the laundry when she heard a cry coming from the hall. Listening carefully she soon came to the conclusion that it was coming out of Rose's room. Her name was being yelled over and over again. Dropping everything the maid rushed through the corridor and burst through Rose's door.

"Oh my Lord." Meredith gasped, not being able to truly comprehend what she was looking at.