Snow slipped into the room and closed the door behind her, leaving them alone. She sat down on the edge of the mattress, not saying anything.

Emma lifted her head and turned off of her stomach and onto her side. She looked at her friend, concern clear in her mother's eyes.

"Oh, Emma," Snow started shakily as she caught sight of her daughter's red rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

Killian was angry. But not at Emma. He was angry with himself. He should have told her. What was he thinking? That he could win her heart this time? That was impossible. She hated him, which was clear enough. And why should he care? He was a pirate. He was Captain bloody Hook. No one could love him. So why did he care if Emma did?

He loved her. That was why. He had loved her from the very first night. He had told her even though it was hard for him, but she had still rejected him. She had always pushed him away because she couldn't or wouldn't trust him. She had valid reasons, but that hadn't made it hurt any less. It hurt even more now though. He had been so stupid to think that she would not remember. He should have known that he wouldn't have a chance with her. He was nothing.

Killian wanted to let his anger out with violence, but he could not find a way to inflict himself with the pain he deserved. He reached into the shelves above his desk and pushed aside the books and papers. He grabbed a small vial that was hidden against the wall. A shining green liquid floated within it.

Hook removed the stopper with his teeth like he did with bottles of rum. One sip of the poison would stop his heart. His eyelids would close and his body still. All his horrid existence would disappear. Revenge did not return the strength a man once had, but emptied him of what little strength he had left. Killian had wasted his life and now he had nothing to live for.