It was close to one in the morning as Cal sat at the table in his room, the tall, lit candles on the table, was almost close to being burned to extremely short sizes, the dinner on the table was cold, and Cal had been waiting for Rose to return for five hours, he had checked her room three times, in the midst of the five hours but she wasn't there. He was heartbroken and frustrated. She had stood him up. Wasn't she informed from the stewards? Cal didn't know what had happened with Rose and he figured he wouldn't send Lovejoy to go out searching for her, he didn't want Rose to think he'd gone back into that controlling behavior once more. So all he could do was wait, wait for her return.

As Rose and Jack laughed their way to Rose's stateroom door, it was apparent they had, had THE best time together. Rose sighed as Jack pushed her up against the door lightly and passionately kissed her with full emotion, and she kissed him back with the same equal emotion, as he pulled away from her, her lips quivered from wanting more.

"I can't believe that in just a matter of hours, I've fallen completely head over heels for you." Rose said with a warm smile.

Jack laughed.

"I know, this is crazy." Jack said with a smile. "But it feels so right, it seem so right."

Rose nodded with a brief smile.

"I know, I want us to be together Jack." Rose said in a low, warm voice. I was happier with you today, more than I've ever been with anyone ever in my life."

Jack scoffed and smiled and gently caressed the side of her face as he kissed her again passionately.

As Cal blew out the candles on the table, he decided he couldn't wait any longer, with a heavy heart, he decided to call it a night and forget waiting up for Rose and retire to bed—and that was when Rose walked in. She stopped in her tracks, surprised to see Cal standing there in the living room, staring at her. She looked like a deer in headlights.

"Oh Cal, you're still up?" Rose asked in a funny type voice.

Cal looked at her with hurt eyes and nodded hesitantly.

"Where were you, Rose?" Cal asked in a low, voice. "I sent a steward to tell you to come to the room, I had flowers, candles, your favorite meal prepared. I was hoping we'd have a romantic evening together—you never showed. I waited for hours."

Rose looked down and briefly smiled, and Cal could smell a light tinge of alcohol from her. Rose frowned briefly and shook her head.

"Oh Cal, I'm sorry." Rose said in an unapologetic tone.

Cal looked at her with suspicion.

"Were you with—him?" Cal asked in a low tone.

Rose kept her eyes on Cal, as she went sand sat down on the sofa. She shrugged quickly, as if she had no idea who he was talking about.

"Him who, Cal?" Rose asked.

Cal frowned and rolled his eyes at her as he sat down in the chair at the table.

"Jack Dawson, were you with him?" Cal asked almost coldly.

Rose looked down and briefly closed her eyes and sighed. She couldn't lie to him, not when the answer was written clearly all over her face. Cal nodded and looked away with a slightly disappointed expression.

"So you were with him," Cal stated in a sad tone. "Its beginning, after while you'll be leaving me for him, won't you?"

Rose got up quickly and sucked her teeth at him angrily.

"Oh Cal, you're being controlling and paranoid again—as usual." Rose snapped as she walked past him.

Cal frowned angrily at her and lightly grabbed her arm.

"Really? REALLY, Rose?" Cal snapped almost loudly. "Rose, I swear sometimes you act as if you hate being AROUND me! Look, maybe this is your way of getting revenge on me for all that I've done to you and I—I KNOW I've hurt you, I—KNOW! Again, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm SORRY! Good GOD, how many times do I have to keep saying that! I—I'm trying to change, I'm trying to be better and you STILL are cold to me! What do I have to do! I have done what YOU wanted to do, Rose, but why can't we do what I want to do sometimes!"

Rose sighed and frowned with disgust.

"Because everything you want to do is absolutely dreadful, Cal." Rose replied coldly. "I abhor spending time—"

Cal scoffed and shook his head and looked at her with disbelief.

"No say it Rose, GO ON!" Cal snapped. "You absolutely abhor spending time with me! Don't you!"

Cal looked down and shook his head again.

"Sometimes, I wonder if you even want to be with me anymore." Cal said in a low voice.

Rose looked away from Cal with an eyebrow raised, that was something she couldn't deny. He looked up at her with surprised eyes. He knew that was it, he knew it because she kept silent.

"My God, that's it isn't it?" Cal said in a low tone. "You—you don't want to be with me anymore—in any way."

Rose sighed and briefly closed her eyes with a brief, slight frown.

"Cal, look, I'm sorry but—"

"NO," Cal snapped as he stood up and looked at her with hurt. "You don't want to be with me anymore?"

Rose looked down again and sighed with a frown. Tears clouded Cal's eyes and he looked away from her with extreme hurt.

"I'm going to bed, goodnight Rose." Cal said as he walked away.

"Cal wait," Rose said as she grabbed his arm, but he yanked his arm away quickly.

"GOODNIGHT Rose." Cal said in a low, slightly tearful voice.

Cal sat down on the edge of his bed in his room as tears streamed, he felt angry, enraged and wanted nothing more than to go back out there and beat her from one end of the room to the next, but he wouldn't. He was more hurt than enraged, to be honest. He replayed the words in his mind repeatedly.

"She doesn't want to be with you, she doesn't want to be with you, she doesn't want to be with you." Cal thought.

As the words replayed in his mind, he immediately broke into silent but severe tears, as he lied on his side, on the bed. He hadn't cried that hard since he was nine, when he was with his mother and father, but Rose had hurt him, hurt him far worst than he had ever hurt her.