Jack POV:
This had to be a dream. It wasn't possible. Rose was dead. This couldn't be her voice. But I wanted it to be her voice so badly. It would mean that I have my Rose back. That she was well and save. I was convinced that it was nothing more than a dream. A reminiscence of past times. Good times! Gosh! I missed her so much. Even though we had known each other just for a few days it felt like years. The circumstances leaded us to be much more open than usually. I never got to know someone so quickly. Our relationship couldn't be more powerful. We were prepared to give our life for the sake of the other. And she did. She died and I could not protect her. Never would I forgive myself for that. But I had to live my life. I had to fight for it. I would life for us both. Rose wouldn't want me to give up. "Jack! Please wake up. Please! I'm with you now. It's me: Rose!" These words, spoken with a melodious, crystal-clear  voice, reached my ears as through an absorbent cotton. Suddenly a shiver went down my spine as realization hit me. This was Rose. No doubts. My body functions slowly started up. I was still in terrible conditions after the sinking. I've been in the water for way to long. After a moment of struggling I managed to open my eyes. It felt strange, somehow as if I had never done it before. A feeling of exhaustion overcame me, but it was all washed away when I looked in these unique eyes. Her blue-green eyes! They belonged to no other than my soulmate. Yeah! Under these circumstances I could name her my soulmate. Our love was immortal and true and we without each other neither of us would be alive now. We owed us our lives. The last couple of days changed both our lives tragically. Not only in a bad way. Surely, the ending was horrible, but they were plenty of good memories of the Titanic. And if I hadn't won the ticket for the Titanic I wouldn't have met Rose. And that, I wouldn't have exchanged for the world. "Rose?" I whispered. My voice hustling. "Yes, Jack! It's me! Everything is gonna be alright. I won't leave you again. Never again. I promise!" she confirmed: "How are you? Do you feel any pain? Should I call someone to look after you? Do you need anything at all?" Her sorrows were visibly. Especially because I knew her so well. So I tried to calm her down: "Don't worry! You are here! That's all I need." I didn't tell her that my body hurt like hell and that I couldn't move. My ability to move was reduced to my head. I couldn't come up with the strength for anything else. It was frustrating, but she was right. Whatever difficulties we would have to face, we would go through this together. And with her by my side everything was possible. Of course I was afraid. I was afraid that I wouldn't heal. That I lost my ability to walk. It would be a living nightmare, but a nightmare less cruel than without her. The assurance that she would assist me, no matter what, gave me hope. It would be ok either way. I believed that everything in life happens for a reason. And if I should never be walking again, so shall it be. But at least I'd have Rose with me. Careful not to hurt me she pulled me in an embrace. Constantly assuring herself that she didn't make matters worse. She did not! Her embrace allowed me to relax for the first time since the sinking. It was alright now. She was there. Alive, safe and healthy.

Rose POV:
Holding him in my arms felt like dream. The two days we spent apart were a nightmare. They felt like years. As did the time on the Titanic. I knew him better than anyone else. Even better than my own mother, although I spent my whole life with her. I realized once again that I stumbled through my days like a zombie. A marionette, who was dead inside. Jack woke me up for the first time. I owed him more than my life. I owed him everything I was. All that constituted me! Feeling his heart pound strong as ever was so relieving after I though I had lost him already. Since I was no fool I was totally aware that he wasn't over the hump yet, that he had to recover slowly and might never fully recover. But I'd stay by his side forever. I would never let go of him again. He'd be save in my arms. Seeing him like that, seeing him suffer, was heartbreaking, but I saw that my embrace allowed him to let himself go. To escape the pain for some time. And that was enough for the moment. Everything at his time.