Fred would never get the chance to finish Hamlet. He could never bring himself to open the book, knowing that the letter was still sitting in the back cover. When he had actually thought about finishing the book, it was too late.

That's what brought them all here again today, especially Emerald. Despite Kent's very loud protests, she had dragged him to England for the funeral. Oh yes, they were still married, but it was not a happy union. Kent and Emerald had a lot in common, but it just disgusted Emerald to even think about being with another man. With Fred gone, she was mortified to show her face again to his family. They would hate her, she knew it. That was why she was so hesitant to agree to come to the bar afterwards. What would they say to her? Would they tell her to just get out and take her ass back to Russia? Of course they would, she deserved nothing less. She sat scared for her life in the car with the wind shield wipers going at full blast. Kent let out a heavy sigh as he stared at the steering wheel of the perfectly maintained Lamborghini.

"Are we going in?" He asked quietly. Emerald smoothed back her hair, letting out a shaky sigh. She had abandoned her glasses for contacts, having found them to get water stained by the rain. Her hair was slowly starting to curl despite her best efforts to keep it straight. Under her cloak, she was dressed in a very Russian high fashion dress. It went to her knees with a high waist and fluttering sleeves that danced around her whenever she walked. It was a dark grey with a strand of pearls resting around her neck. Emerald eventually gave up and pulled her hair into a messy bun, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Of course we're going in." She muttered angrily.

"Then why have we been sitting here for the past twenty minutes?" Emerald pursed her lips together.

"Because I'm fucking scared, okay?" Kent put a hand on her knee and she instantly went stiff.

"I'll be with you." She glanced over at him.

"I want you to wait in the car." She said, pulling her knee away from his hand. Kent let his hand hang there for a moment before he slowly pulled it back and let it rest on his lap.

"Why do I always have to wait in the car?" He muttered. It was true. Whenever Emerald went anywhere with Kent, she would always ask him to stay behind or wait for her in some distant spot. She was ashamed of always leaving him behind, but she couldn't stand to be seen with him. Whenever they were together, she knew that people would always ask why such a handsome man was with such a…plain girl. She and Kent just didn't fit together and it was so obvious. He was closer to a god and Emerald…well, Emerald was closer to a normal person. It drove her up the wall…

"Then come in if you want." She muttered. "But it won't make things any easier."

"Why haven't you ever given us a chance?" He asked, going back to a subject that emerald preferred to avoid.

"Can we please talk about this later?" She asked, reaching for the door handle. Kent locked the doors from his side with a harsh look on his face. "I'll take that as a 'no'…"

"Do you know how crazy people think I am?"

"If it makes you feel any better, I think that you're crazy too." Emerald muttered.

"I've been married to you for three years and…you hate me." Emerald let out a heavy sigh.

"I don't hate you."

"Then why can't we ever go places together? Why won't you ever talk to me when we eat together? Why can't we sleep in the same room…why can't we--?"

"Don't even finish that sentence." She said, holding up her hands and pinching her eyes closed. Kent pursed his lips together, his cheeks turning pink.

"Why can't we have sex?" Emerald groaned.

"You know why."

"No, you've never explained it to me!" He screamed. "Why can't I touch you? You're my wife, I should be allowed to at least sleep in the same bed as you."

"Fine, when we get home, we'll move into the same bedroom together." Kent shook his head.

"No, we're not going back to Russia."

"What the fuck are you talking about? Where are we supposed to go?" Kent just stubbornly shook his head.

"I'm not living in that little cabin anymore, we're moving back here."

"But I don't want to move back here."

"This is one decision that I'm making!" He exclaimed. "You've gotten your way up until now, but that's got to change! We're moving back here…I've already found a house for us, we're going to meet with the realtor later today." Emerald's eyes nearly popped out of her head.

"But that's not fair!"

"My life hasn't been fair for the past three years!" Emerald sunk back in the leather seats.

"Well maybe you shouldn't have agreed to this whole thing."

"Maybe I didn't have to agree to anything." Kent remained silent as the words slowly sank into Emerald's mind.

"You wanted this?" She asked quietly, completely shocked. "But…why?" Kent firmly placed his hands on the steering wheel.

"You wouldn't understand."

"Then explain it to me." He let out a heavy sigh as if something was weighing down on his chest.

"When we were in primary school, we were in the same class for four years." Emerald furrowed her brow together.

"We were?" Kent nodded.

"I was the kid that sat in the corner and wouldn't talk or play with anybody. I had the long hair and I never spoke." He quickly explained. "I remember…you were the only person that would ever talk to me…even if I didn't talk back. You were the only person that was ever nice to me and the only person that would ever play with me at recess…when I heard that a woman named Shepherd was looking to set up an arranged marriage for her granddaughter, I jumped at the chance…because I knew that it would be you." A shiver went through Emerald's entire body.

"Why would you ever feel that way about me? I mean, look at you! You could have any woman that you want."

"You're smart, you're funny, you're sarcastic when you need to be, you're kind and caring…and you're very beautiful." Emerald blushed.

"No I'm not, I think that you've got me confused with somebody else."

"See…you're so funny…I could never be as funny as you…"

"Kent…"

"I thought by now…after three years…that you would feel the same way that I do about you…but I guess I was wrong." He rested his face in his palm. "Maybe I was wrong about this whole thing…" Kent shook his head. She had never seen him so frustrated before. He had always been the quiet type, never talking about his feelings and just doing whatever Emerald did. Deep down, she knew that he had felt like this, but she had tried not to think about it. The thought would have troubled her too much if she did.

With a hesitant hand, Emerald reached out and rested carefully on his knee. Kent jumped at first, but he quickly relaxed and stole a glance at her relaxed face. Emerald's faced suddenly jumped to life with a small smile.

"Let's move back here…into the same room…but no sex." Kent smirked with a small chuckle.

"All right…"

"And you can't get too close to me."

"Does somebody have personal bubble issues?" Emerald's smile faltered slightly.

"I haven't been in the same bed with somebody since…since Fred." She said, her eyes going back to the bar that loomed ahead of them, the rain making the bright lights blur together. Kent also looked up, feeling a small pang of jealousy.

"You loved him?" He asked. Emerald snorted.

"I thought that would kinda be obvious after I dragged you all the way down here for his…funeral…" Her eyes started to water up; the fact that he was dead hitting her again. She lowered her face so that Kent wouldn't see her cry, but it was more than obvious to him. He put a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm so sorry." He said for the first time since he had heard the news of Fred. He had never much cared for him, knowing that Emerald would always love Fred more then him. "I know that you loved him and…you're very brave to come here, after you left so suddenly." Emerald quickly wiped away all the tears that remained on her face and took a few deep breaths to calm herself and stop the crying. She looked over at Kent with a small smile.

"I'm glad that you're here with me." She whispered, almost too quietly for him to hear. He nodded, returning the smile.

"I'm glad that you actually let me out of the house." Emerald laughed, shaking her head.

"It's not like I chain you down!" Kent smirked and gently took her hand in his.

"Come on, let's go inside."