A/N: I don't own the Titanic, any of the characters from the movie, nor anything from the Lovely Bones. These belong to history, James Cameron, and Anne Sebold, respectively.

This is mostly a Titanic story, however a few ideas come from The Lovely Bones, and I don't want to be called a copier.

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It had been ten years, but that didn't make it any easier.

Rose blinked her eyes, trying to figure out where she was against the darkness. She had an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach, and couldn't immediately put her finger on it. She reached to turn on a light and as her eyes caught the clock on the wall, she knew what was wrong. It was 2:45 AM on April 15, 1922. It had been ten years since she had been rescued from the ocean; time had not healed all wounds.

"Mama?" called a sleepy voice from the hallway.

"What is it, sweetie?" she asked, as she made room on the bed.

"I heard noises. What's going on?" asked nine year old Jacqueline, Jacque for short.

"It's nothing, honey. I just had a bad dream."

"Again? You always have bad dreams."

More than you could ever believe, Rose thought to herself.

"There are some things that you will just have to wait until you are older to understand."

"You always say that."

"And I mean it, Jacqueline. Go back to bed."

With a sigh and exaggerated huff, Jacque headed back to her room.

Once she had closed the door behind her, Rose turned the light back out. Once she was in the safety of the darkness, she let the tears fall.

"Why Jack? Why did you have to leave? I need you, Jack. I need you so much."

I turned away. I couldn't watch anymore.

"Why do you always do this to yourself, Jack?"

I turned to face Fabrizzio. "I can't help it. I'm drawn to her. Just like I was ten years ago."

"You have to let go, Jack," Mr. Andrew told me, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"If it were so easy," I asked them, "why are you all still here too?"

"No one said it was easy," Mr. Andrews said. "But why? For ten years, at exactly this time, you always do this."

"It makes me feel closer to her," I said. "It's all I have left.

"But why do you do it to her? To yourself?" You must know the reason she always has a nightmare on April 15. She can sense you."

The sunlight beamed in the windows and slowly pulled Rose out of sleep. The sun. She hadn't seen the sun until they were almost completely safe aboard the Carpathia.

Even though the room was warm from the fire, she shivered. She wrapped the blanket around her as she stood up to awaken Jacqueline.

"I'm in here, Mama," she heard Jacqueline call from the kitchen.

"What are doing?" she asked in disbelief.

Jacqueline smiled. "I made you breakfast, Mama".

Rose smiled as she seated herself at the kitchen table.

Jacqueline handed her a plate and took a seat across from her.

"I'm sorry about earlier, Mama."

"It's alright, sweetheart."

"No, Mama. I was upset. I don't like to see you cry."

Rose thought she had always hidden her tears from her daughter, but she realized she was wrong.

"You saw me cry?"

"I always do, mama. I hear you cry and ask Jack why he left you. Was Jack my daddy? Why did he leave? Did he not want me?"

Rose tried to hold back her tears, as she took in a deep breath and knew it was time to tell her daughter the truth.

I didn't think I could stand it. The blood in my veins hadn't felt colder since the night I was floating in the Atlantic.

Jacqueline was my daughter; I had known from the moment I ended up here that she was my daughter. But I had never realized she didn't know anything about me.

"I told you that you should let go," Mr. Andrews told me.