The kiss sparked a new feeling in Rose, a feeling that she didn't quite understand. Was it love? Was it passion? Was it lust? Rose just didn't know, but she enjoyed it. And as she enjoyed it, all thoughts of Jack dissipated from her mind. She enjoyed it so much that when she felt James pull back, she felt faint, as if they'd been kissing for hours. A slight smile spread across James' lips, and Rose mirrored his grin. He loved her—she was sure of it—and she loved him. He was so much like her, great friends with her father, and he could actually support her. Jack, on the other hand, could not.
Jack…the thought dawned on her that he had indeed loved her, and he had meant it when he had said it. And all she had done was hurt him, made him believe that she intentionally hurt him and used him to find a way to fit into a first class world. She lost her smile then, and James lost his, as well.
"Rose, is everything all right?" he asked, full sympathy in his voice.
"Huh?" Rose asked, looking up at him. "Oh…um…yes. Just a bit tired, that's all. I think that I shall go and rest now." Rose stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek before leaving James in the garden of her birth mother.
Once in her room, Rose refused to allow Nancy or Francesca undress her, and she undressed herself, corset and all, and turned in. Sleep was hard to come by, and suddenly, she thought back to the letter that she'd written to Jack, and she stood and strode over to the vanity drawer, removing the letter and reading it over again. She was going to tell him that she was pregnant with his child, but she had been interrupted by her father, who hadn't a clue about her relationship with Jack besides friendship. And now, Jack was gone.
Sleep hadn't come easy, and it was almost time for her to wake again by the time she fell asleep, and when Nancy came to wake her, Rose told her that she had a headache and wished to stay in bed. Nancy left her alone, and later that afternoon, came up with a letter, a red rose, and a message that James was waiting downstairs. Rose sat up, opening the letter.
Rose,
I can no longer take the pain that you have caused me and have decided to depart for Chippewa Falls with my cousin, Charlie Hamilton, and his fiancée, Melanie Calvert. By the time you receive this letter, I will have already departed. Please, spare us both the pain and don't come after me, but know that I shall always love you.
Jack
Rose gasped when she read the letter and felt tears appear in her eyes. He was gone. She had lost him forever, and there was nothing that she could do to get him back. Suddenly, her sadness was replaced with anger, and she ripped up the letter and threw it to the ground.
"I hate you, Jack Dawson," she muttered to herself. She didn't love him anymore. She knew it. At least, she thought that she knew it…then why was there an empty space in her heart? She loved James. She was destined to be with him! And suddenly, it dawned on Rose that she was alone, giving birth to Jack's child in five months. Sure, James would be there, but she didn't want him to be. This child wasn't his, and he didn't even have a clue about her pregnancy!
She didn't hate Jack, but she didn't love him…did she? She had to get him back…she wanted him. Wanted him there for the birth of his child. He knew that this child was his, and he was going to be there for its birth. She was going to make sure of it. And so, it was then that she began planning for how to get him back.