A/N- This is a little alternate ending I cooked up, because, like you guys, I don't think it's so believable.

BTW- I love you guys (and your reviews) so much! Thank you!

-Brooke (Brookasaur)

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-Previously-

She went inside the house, locking Hugo out.

Hugo couldn't stop replaying the scene in his head. He took a walk, to try to calm himself. Every little thing reminded him of his wife, and how he really messed things up. It wasn't really a big deal. But it was to Finnula, for some reason.

He thought back to how amazing she looked, even when she was angry and crying.

I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming.

She said, she said, she said, "Why don't you just drop dead?"

-Alternate Ending begins NOW!-

"I won't stand for this. She is waaay out of line, this must stop. I AM the husband; she IS the wife, no matter how unique she was (and she definitely was), there had to be some kind of order established." Hugo was talking to himself.

I don't blame you for being you

But you can't blame me for hating it

So say, what are you waiting for?

Kiss her, kiss her

I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late.

Hugo realized he was drifting off to sleep, on a porch. He chuckled at the irony that, HE, Hugo, of noble blood, would be sleeping on an unkempt porch for a woman. Then he arose, feeling his dignity nosedive. He didn't turn back, not once. He couldn't. He wasn't that strong.
He slowly walked to the stables, and got onto his awaiting horse. He had the horse going at a slow pace, for it was a cool night, despite the tension that seemed only to affect him.
Finally at his home, he went straight to the bedroom, and tried not to look at the vacant spot he always thought would be filled every night.
Painfully, he wandered through states of consciousness, until he was thoroughly asleep.

So asleep that, in fact, he couldn't hear someone come into the castle. He also didn't notice when a slim figure slipped into his bedchambers. Nor did he feel the slight movement of a familiar lady slip into the previously empty side of the bed.
Not until the roosters' cries in the morning did he realize Finn was back in her rightful place, next too him.

She had much to make up for, but for now, he would let sleep consume him once again, but this time, it wouldn't be painful.

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A/N- Well, there it is. I'm quite happy with it, it was fun to write. (:
Tell me what you think of this one, please.
Thanks! –Brooke (Brookasaur)