Too much to love about this. Alice's slow progression from hatred and anger to acceptance, and finally to forgiveness and the realization that she never stopped loving her father. I love the Jack you show in this, too. The Jack who stole time to spend just one good day with his daughter and grandson, the Jack who watched her like he watched Rose (and great, great name-check on Rose; Jack proved, with her, that he's a man who can hold on to love for lifetime after lifetime), the Jack who can be a cold bastard when provoked (or let off his leash), the Jack who so desperately needs to be loved, and finally Jack as he will become, going back to see that one good day when he knows his life is almost gone. You really earned the ending, and I so respect that. It's easy to write the bitter aftermath, easier to just skip ahead to the day Alice finally forgives him, but to walk through it with her--that's hard.
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