Jack's P.O.V:

I was sitting on a bench in New York. I didn't know what I was doing, or where I would go from there. All I knew was that Rose was gone. She had been gone for seven months. I could still remember her voice perfectly and whenever I closed my eyes, I saw every feature of her perfect face. Her fiery red curls, her emerald green eyes. Everything.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out thirty dollars. At the time, I was working at an art gallery. But whenever I drew something, it just didn't seem right. Whenever I would start to draw, I would remember the night I drew Rose's beautiful, naked body. The night that the Titanic sank. The night that Rose died. "Rose is dead and it's all my fault." I thought, as sat on the bench, depressed. I looked at the newspaper that I had in my hand. I couldn't believe that Titanic was still in the news, after seven months. Wasn't there anything else that those reporters could write about?

I sighed. I didn't think I could ever be happy again.

Rose's P.O.V:

I looked into the full length mirror in my room. I stroked the fairly large bump on stomach. It was much larger than I thought it would be at seven months. Although I had never actually seen someone who was pregnant before, I felt that it was bigger than it was supposed to be.

I remembered when Cal found out that I was having Cal's baby. I still had some of the bruises. My heart sank when I thought about Jack. I missed him so much. It wasn't fair how we found so much love with each other, only to have all that happiness ripped away.

Just then, I heard a knock at my bedroom door. "Sweet pea?"

I rolled my eyes before I turned around. "Yes darling?" I forced myself to fake a smile.

He placed his cold hand on my shoulder. "You're not unhappy, are you?"

"Why would I be?" I tried my best to sound cheerful.

"You barely touched your dinner." He looked at my stomach. "Is that thing annoying you?" I gritted my teeth. I hated the way he always referred to my baby as a 'thing'.

"No, Cal. I would like to go to sleep, now."

"Of course. Goodnight, sweet pea." He said, leaning in to kiss me. I walked away before he could. He walked out of my room and shut the door.

Everyone knew that I fell asleep that night. But no one knew about the tears.

A/N: I know, really short chapter. But it's the prologue, so…yeah. I hoped you liked it! Please review!