Titanic (If jack had lived, and Rose died.)

April 14th 1912.

                                  Jacks POV:
The freezing water had stabbed me like a thousand knife's, all at once. I couldn't think about anything but dying. I felt myself slipping away from life as my vision began to go blurry.
"R-Rose." I stuttered over my words, "there's a boat.." I began to shake her gently. "Rose. Rose, can you hear me? There's a boat. R-Rose." I felt my heart sink, from Rose's unresponsive body as she laid there on the wooden door, as her body succumbed to the cold. "I promise Rose, i'll be back someday." I whispered to her as i let go of her hand, her body laid motionless on the door as  I screamed for help. "Can anyone hear me!" I knew i was going to die in this frigid water, but I knew I had to keep fighting for Rose. "Hello! I'm here! Please somebody help!" I screeched I saw was a bright light shining in my eyes. "I'm over here!" I tried to alert them, but my heart was in my throat. I felt something grab my arm, as it all went black. The next thing I knew, it was morning, and I was on a life-boat. I sat up and looked around my surroundings, as I saw the boat approach the Queen Mary ship. I got escorted to the ship, as I looked at the Statue of Liberty. Then, I remembered my conversation with Rose about how we said we were going to drink cheap beer and ride on the rollercoaster till we throw up. I promised her we would do it, but obviously we can't if she's gone now, right? I began to felt hopeless, Rose was dead. She was the only thing keeping me from going insane at least. I wanted nothing more but just for Rose to be alive with me. She was the person who made me feel special in a way. I looked around to see if Tommy or Fabrísíco had made it. But they didn't, they both died. I felt a light tap on my shoulder.
"Can i take your name please, Sir?" A crew member had asked me with a soft but firm voice.
"Jack, Jack Dawson." I mumbled softly.
"Thank you." He said and walked off.