(Authors not: Hello again! I know the last chapter was a bit….late… so I am going to start working on getting a chapter up hopefully like every-other day about. So yeah on to chapter 7…oh an I think I might start titling the chapters after songs idk why but I think I will oh and one more thing the ****'s all in a line are a dream or memory , if it shows up, and then the ^^'s are just time passing, again if they show up online)

Chapter 7: Shadow Of The day

The weather outside was nice, not to hot and not too cold. The se breeze swept past Rose's cheek with calming fingers that reminded her of her time on deck with the man named Jack. Her hair blew behind her as she was wheeled down the stone path in the garden which lay between the hospital entrance and cafeteria. The daisy's and the roses were in bloom around the small dolphin fountain which sat in the center of the circular path.

"It's such a pretty day out." The nurse said to break the silence between the two people.

"Yeah," Rose said more down to earth then she'd been in the hospital room just 20 minutes earlier. "The flowers are so pretty."

"The roses are almost as beautiful as you." The nurse said with a smile.

"I could never beat the beauty of a rose." Rose replied.

"Mm you may think that but it's not the truth," The nurse said and then paused beore continuing, "Well I know your name but I don't think I have properly introduced myself."

"No you haven't I only know you by the nurse," Rose said with a slight laugh inbetween her words.

The nurse laughed in response, "Well my name is Jessica."

"Hello Jessica, it is very nice to meet you." The conversation ended there and the walk was carried out in silence.

Later that night Rose was sitting up in bed propped against about 5 pillows as she had the try of hospital foot sitting in front of her, untouched. The night had fallen yet she kept the blinds open to be able to gaze at the stars reflection against the water.

The day had been boring, Jessica had come in a few times to check on how rose was doing, a couple other doctor wandered in to check her heart rate and other essential things, but other than that no one entered her room, and she had only been sitting in silence. She took in a deep breath of air and quickly exhaled it in a long painful sounding sigh. It had been about 18 days sense she sat on the door to a room in the freezing Atlantic watching the titanic go down, but as far as she knew it had only been 12 hours. The doctors had no idea why her head was stuck in the past and wouldn't move forward, all they knew was that her mind was like a broken clock, the second hand and minute hand worked yet the hour hand was stuck in one place, it ticked forward half an hour then clicked back into place on the hour it thought it should stay on.

The curtains moved with the slight breeze seeping through the small crack between the window and the wall, Rose had talked Jessica into opening the window a bit o she wouldn't burn up and so she could smell the salt that clung to the air particles from the outstretching sea. Rose lay back against the pillows as she stared out the window, with the tray of untouched foot sitting on a swing table in front of her. She turned to face the now Luke-warm soup, the cold tea and the applesauce that sat on her tray. She sighed again. Well if I don't want to be yelled at again for not eating I might was well eat SOMETHING, even if this food is absolutely atrocious tasting. She sighed yet again and gently picked up the metal spoon which was delicately placed next to the bowl of soup. The spoon was cold to the touch yet the soup-even being Luke-war- felt hot against her parched throat. She decided that if you got past the temperature and texture of the food it actually wasn't the worst food ever, yet still not the best. This being true she finished the rest of her stale dinner in less time it had taken her to do anything for a long time. After finishing she got up as fast as possible without getting lightheaded and falling over to move the tray to the doorway and to push the swing table to the other side of the bed so she had room to sit up farther and move around a bit easier. The next thing she knew the doctor was standing by her bed taking her temperature.

"Jessica called me the last time she came in," he said, "she told me to come quickly because you didn't respond when she tried to wake you up to get you flat so you could sleep."

This was sort of a surprise to Rose cause for all she knew she was just looking out the window. "Mm I must have fallen asleep wile looking outside."

"Oh that makes sense, it is quite an entrancing night, it would lull anyone to sleep if they looked at it for too long." He said while still checking her pulse and her temperature. "well you look well enough to me, I'll let you get back to sleep. Would like me to move the pillows so you can be a little more comfortable?"

"No thank you, I think I'd like to be able to still the ocean."

"Very well. Good night madam." He said with a smile.

"Goodnight." She replied and returned his warm smile, as he walked out the door and softly closing it without a sound behind himself.

The room was once again silent, and the stars reflection twinkled on the surface of the water, moving back an fourth with the movement of the waves. The night air was cold and crisp, while the warmth in the room over powered it, but Rose felt a cool breeze wisp across her cheek like a spirit, or an angel kissing her cheek. The room was dark only the moons light lit the dark corners reveling medical equipment's outlines and the light shadows that lay under the window. It was such a beautiful night, so peaceful and cold. A mirror image of the night Rose had seen so many deaths of those whom she loved, and of those she'd never met. While thinking of her mother's face- with even as much hate that she help for her mother- she fell into a deep sleep………………..

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The water was silent, the people were silent, everything was silent. Roses eyes were refusing to open; her hands were frozen to the hands of the one she loved, who hung over the door in the water. Her breath froze as soon as it hit the air, even with as little moisture in it as there was.

Rose finely was able to open her eyes and she looked around the ocean, seeing small glow of lanterns of the life boats that floated nearby. The people where dark spots in the water, the boats only floating beacons of hope, the only hope Rose had of living through this.

The night sky was dark and the stars reflected against the water, all Rose could think of was the pain that surrounded her body from the cold. The cold shot through her veins faster than a bullet through air, nothing could stop it, nothing could keep it from its target.

"Please," She wheezed at the single boat that moved in her direction. Her breathe froze with contact with the air, her voice a small wisp of breathe no louder then a pin hitting a carpeted floor in the middle of a party, "please." She wheezed again as tears came to her eyes. They froze before they could roll down her cheek. She blinked a couple ten or twenty times trying to warm the frozen droplets of water in the corner of her eyes. They dug into her eye like small blades of glass from a broken window.

The boat moved through the water slowly, searching; for life, for movement, for a sign of survivors. There were three men in the boat. One in the back directing the movements through the water, one was rowing the boat with gentle movements of the ore, and the third man stood at the front leaning over the edge lifting bodies out of the way of the nose of the boat, and checking them all to see if they were alive.

"They're all dead," The man in the front said to the man in the back.

"KEEP CHECKING!" He called back, "we can't miss any of them." "Careful with the ores, don't hit them," he added.

The bodies surrounded them. Mothers holding their children close to their breasts, holding onto their meaning of life, sacrificing themselves for the lives of their young ones- yet it wouldn't help they all died. Men held their loves giving all their little warmth to save their girls for at least a few more minutes,- yet they all still lay still in the waters of death. Children's eyes lay open, big and staring, as if looking for the light that they were told about by parents whom tried to explain death. Grandparents lay on their backs waiting to die, knowing that it was their time and that there was nothing to do about it, and so they lay in eternals rest. They all lay near each other all lay there waiting for the hope they knew they didn't have, the life they knew they had already left. And so the men moved through: checking.

Rose's eyes were closed. She held onto jacks hand like there was nothing else in the world that mattered, only keeping his hand in her own. Her breathing was almost nonexistent, it moved her chest so little that she was still. The air out of her mouth did nothing but move into the sky. As the light of the boat came closer her eyes began to flutter open. Rose lay still on the slab of hand carved wood that was once a door into the main dining room, while Jack hung by his hand still in hers. She closed her eyes as she struggled to scream her scream crawled up her throat but her mind and body made her hold it back. She heard them even now in the silence; people sinking, screaming, sobbing, reaching out for help, for security. But there was no one. She saw only the black of her closed eyelids. She opened her eyes to see complete stillness, still and silent people, she looked for help that wasn't there. She longed for the warmth that would never fill her body again. The scream in her throat grew to heavy for her to hold back, but when it was released all that could be heard was a whimper. A peep, a mere whisper against the black background of agony, of pain. Jacks face was pale, lifeless, frozen in time. Rose touched his cheek with her cold hands, and he stirred, he looked in her eyes as tears swam down her cheeks.

"It's too late! Nothing will be ok! It's over, JACK!! Why? Please…." Her voice faded into the screams an empty voice among the hundreds of screaming thrashing bodies. And everything was still………

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Her tears were small and silent. Less severe than the last time she had that dream. That scared her. She was scared she was forgetting what had happened, or worse she understood it was time for her to move on, to keep it in her memory and not in her life. Like the beauty of the shadow of the day; the reds and the yellows, oranges and pinks, all blended together making the perfect close to the day. And like the shadow of the day the beauty, the wonder of it all, even the sadness of it all, it fades to the black of midnight, like the shadow of the day she feared her memory would fade away.