The sunlight is the first thing she registers the next morning, her eyes quickly shutting against the light that made her eyes sting and her headache come to the forefront. She was never drinking that much wine again.

And then she noticed that their was silence, her flat was always loud, a window constantly open so the sounds of New York reminded her she was back in the city and not in some caves in the Middle East. Why was she on top of the covers, wearing nothing yet had a blanket over her? Rolling over so she wasn't facing the light, her eyes opened across the bed sheets. It was obvious it wasn't her own apartment and it took a few seconds to remember where she was.

When the pieces fitted together, she ran for the bathroom, her stomach churning as she bent over the toilet bowl, throwing up what wine was left in her stomach. Her legs curled under her as she reached up to flush the toilet with one hand while the other grabbed some tissue to wipe her mouth.

The worst part right now was the silence; she knew this apartment had always been this way that was why Will typically had music playing or a television on in the background. But it was more pronounced now, she could hear her own breathing and aware of the acidic taste in the back of her throat.

But then where was Will? They weren't expected in work today so he shouldn't be there, but she wouldn't put it past him. She didn't think he would be on the best next to her but the lack of noise made her think she was alone.

Pushing herself off the cold floor, she slowly put on foot in front of the other and she picked up her clothes from the side of the bed where they had landed the night before. God, the last time she had taken part in the walk of shame had been with Brian and the idea of that made her stomach churn again.

She walked through the apartment once dressed, took a bottle of water from the fridge and became more aware of the lack of Will. The clock said it was nine and she felt the sting of tears hit her eyes when she felt the pang of loneliness hit her.

"It smells good." Mac comes up behind Will and wraps her arms around his waist as she attempts to peer around him to see what he's cooking on the top. "Omlettes with…"

"Ham, mushroom and cheese."

"My favourite."

"I know." He takes his attention away from the food for a few seconds to kiss her forehead and then lips. Mackenzie leaves him be and grabs two glasses from the cupboard and a carton of orange juice from the fridge. It doesn't involve cooking so the risk of her messing up is zero.

"It's been six months." She hears the hum come from Will and it causes her to smile. "No comment?"

"Wait until tonight."

Shaking her head, Mackenzie grabbed her purse that was in the corner of one of the couches and headed towards the front door. Just as she was about to touch the handle, the door opened and she jumped back a step.

"You went running?"

She couldn't help but look confused; she could rarely remember him running in his life other than nights when he couldn't sleep or days when he was… oh. Stressed. She wasn't sure if he was pleased she was still here or he expected her to have left by the time he came back.

"I needed to think."

She nodded and stepped aside to let him in, running a hand through her hair as she shifted her weight from one foot to another.

"I was just leaving."

The lack of reply that followed was worse than the silence in the bathroom, her eyes fell to the floor and she desperately wanted the ground to swallow her up.

"I'll see you at work on Monday." This time she was hoping to get something out of him but he busied himself with pastries and coffee, acting as if he was alone rather than having Mackenzie stood awkwardly by the door.

"Will?"

"Yes." Now he turned to look at her and she couldn't read him, it caused her heart to speed up and her breathing to shallow. She can't remember feeling this confused, this blank when it came to him because she had always understood him from the moment that they met.

"I told you that you would regret it." Without giving him a second, she walked out of the door, letting it closed behind her.

"Get out!"

"Will please, let me explain."

He wasn't exactly physical with her but he was pushing her in the direction of the front door and she was trying to ground her feet into the floor. She was aware of how weak she was compared to him in that moment.

"What is there to explain? You fucked Brian behind my back for four months. It wasn't even a one time thing. You cheated on me Mackenzie."

"Billy please." She turned around to look at him; she was trying to hold back the tears but at least he had stopped pushing her. "I was scared and…"

"That's a rubbish excuse Mackenzie."

"I love you Will, you have to believe me. We can work at this, we can get through this, and it's just a bump in the road. It's over, I promise you it's over."

He shook his head and she felt sick, she was losing her grasp on the situation. She didn't know what she expected out of him, but the fire in his eyes when she told him was not what she had expected. She had seen him angry but never like this.

"It's too late. If you felt like that you wouldn't have cheated."

"I had to."

"No you didn't."

"I've never felt like this for anyone before I was scared and confused. I didn't know what I was doing but I know it now."

"Then why carry it on for so long?" That was the one thing she didn't have the answer to. Mackenzie just looked at him, her silence saying what she was thinking. There was no justifiable answer for that. "Get out."

This time she didn't fight; she didn't resist him when he opened the door and forced her towards it. Her feet didn't attempt to dig into the ground, it didn't register she had no shoes on or her bag.

"Are you okay?" She looked up to see Lonny looking at her rather concerned; she was just staring at the front door.

"Yeah, just drank a little too much last night. Fell asleep when I didn't know what I was doing." He didn't seem to believe her and she wouldn't if she was in his shoes. Her voice was shaking, her hands trembling. "I'm fine."

She kept her head down as she walked past him and went towards the elevator, she was thankful that it took seconds to open and she could disappear into the space and away from his prying eyes.